This time, she had to reach for it, and she did."Cindy, get up on your hands and knees, but don't let my cock go out of your mouth." She did as she wa... told. "Sasquatch, you know what I told you that you had to do. Get to it." Barry I can't. Don't make me, please." I'm not going to stand here and argue with you Sasquatch. If you hadn't been bad, I'd have helped you, but you were, and now you have to pay for that. Either do it, or else I'm leaving, and I won't be coming back. You'll have to go. I tell her ok.She asks me to confirm that I have nothing and she lies on her back. I start to lick her pussy and it becomes soaked with the idea of ​​hosting the cock of a stranger without a condom. I approach my dick of her pussy and I start to rub my penis against her clit. I look into her eyes and I slip into her so I see her mouth open and her eyes close. I feel my dick deep in this pussy of this wet-soaked escort girl, I feel good without a condom and I start going back and forth tenderly. Then there is the crack of a whip on my back. I jump, causing me even more pain. Then another crack, and another. My back is on fire. There have to be large welts, maybe even bleeding. But of course, there is no way I can tell. Over and over again, I am whipped. I don’t even try to count but it is a lot. Then one of them comes around to the front of me with a small paddle that is on the end of a 12? handle. My balls are bulging and stretched from being tied, but they also as vulnerable. Then I think that he must hate me. He seems to enjoy making me cry. Inever used to cry, when I was a man. Now I just blubber like a babywhenever he is nasty to me.I just accept it. I hope and pray that tomorrow will be better - thattomorrow he will appreciate all that I have done, all that I have givenaway, to be his.Diary Entry 20He barely notices me, but other people do. I used to see my staff in thekitchen talking about me and maybe giggling, as if saying: "There is thechef who is.