His fingers weren't practiced but they were keen. I'd always been a fan of avidness and he was proving to be less selfish than I'd imagined. In fact, ...e was proving to be quite the giver under my command. "Harder!" I cried wildly now, my face unrecognisable in comparison to the one he'd met just a few hours ago. Miss Goody Two Shoe's proverbial clit was swelling as we accepted the fate that was our growing orgasm. "Yes, fucking yesss!! Finger fuck my cunt til it squirts!" I howled. He wondered. Without fail, the whip would find a target. Breasts, back, thighs, stomach – she varied each time, but her aim was always true. And each time the lash landed, and either girl cried out, she would giggle, her musical laugh echoing around the courtyard.Ravie came to slowly, her first conscious thought was one of soreness, a dull throbbing pain in the centre of her face. She lifted her hand trying to touch, the ease it, but her wrists jerked to a stop a few inches above the slab, the leather cuff. Chelle laughed. "No thanks."He slapped her. "That wasn't a request."She looked up at him shocked. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I work with you." You think that makes you special?" he said. "You think you get a different treatment from these other cunts just because you're higher up the ladder. You're a bitch, Chelle, and you get treated like all the other bitches." He slapped her again. She tried to raise her hands to defend herself, but John came up behind her and grabbed. Then tease Wild Bill one more time, by pointing at him, then myself and then the truck, asking him if he wanted me to join him in his truck. Of course he would say yes and I would let the dress slide down the rest of the way down my arms, taking one arm out and then the other, and tossing the dress into the pickup truck passenger seat I was to close the door and start walking back towards him in his truck, but to smoothly and slowly take long strides allowing him to get a good view of what was.