I placed my hands around her small breasts through the silky robe and smiled as she struggled to shake her long hair from her face.It was late evening...by the time I left Claire Musgrave. We had eventually made it down to the living room and chatted over coffee. Despite my need to get home, I did not want to leave her, and I found myself spending an age kissing and touching her in each of the downstairs rooms. Eventually, I had managed to get dressed and pack up all of my tools, which I had. I dont believe that, sweetie. I really and honestly dont. Fine! Show me how they act out this BDSM thing of yours. Sofia is gripping a whip that is stretched and long-drawn-out. While Sofia steps and paces about, she all of a sudden and briskly chucks it towards her feet, and once the whip has reeled and cruised alarmingly and slightly painful around both of Daisys feet, Sofia yanks and wrests it backwards so that her mate tumbles and topples down to the hard, rocklike floor. Daisy is amazed. I think of the Indian and how he was not even given the opportunity to have one final orgasm. I lost sight of him in the confusion as it became every man for themselves. We were flogged and called every vile name imaginable. They went about their task with a wild glee. It was designed to degrade and humiliate us. But the blow of a baton woke me from my daydreams. The guards enjoyed beating us and got carried away sometimes, laughing in our faces. There was one who was a good and fair one. He. She was in black - bra, stockings, and garter belt, with no panties. Her small hairless cock hung flaccid between her thighs.When I got inside the room there was another man there, naked from the waist down. I didn't mind sharing, so I sat down to watch them get back to what they were doing. He was younger and bigger than me, but visibly smaller where it counted. She sat on the edge of the bed, got him between her legs, and went to sucking his cock. After a few minutes he was fully hard, and.