Each carried a tray with three of differing types of floggers:the first held long soft ones, the next held shorter, more rigid ones,and the third had ...hort thin stranded floggers.The six dancers circled about the captives in an exotic minuet-likemanner several times, coming closer to them with each loop. TheMistresses posed with their long whips draped and occasionally movingmenacingly on the floor about them.Mummy rose and cracked her whip in perfect timing to a crescendo of themusic, and the. The cold of the floor radiated through the bags and chilled him. A few dry towels were draped over his body giving him some much needed warmth. Once again his mind began to overload from his fears. He laid there for a while, not knowing how long or what was next. Alone with his thoughts, he began to shake and sob. This had become too much for his body and mind to bear. He just wanted to be released, make his way home and sleep away this horrible nightmare. Soon sleep overtook his mind as he. ” She said then bolted her lips together. “Now tell me what’s wrong and give it back.”I couldn’t tell her about Devin. That wasn’t even a tempting option, so I told her the next thing on my troublesome mind. “It’s nothing.” I say. “I just don’t feel like my relationship with Grant is going anywhere. It’s like we're an old married couple.” I frown then scoff. “Only we don’t have sex.”Miranda gives me a knowing yet sympathetic look in the mirror. “He really is a good guy isn’t he?” She says then. Then it returned to my waist, and pushed again.I moved my arm up to rest on her shoulder, caressing lightly as I felt her wetness still on my fingers, caressing that wetness into her skin. She pushed even harder, whispering “Please, Pete”.I moved a little more over her body, our eyes still locked as I let one of my legs slide over then between hers. I rested there for about a minute, then she pushed again. “Please, Peter” she again softly said, and I let her guide me until I was fully on top of.