Emily moans strangledly at her Master’s abuse, not at all surprised when he begins spanking her cunt with his bare hand. He pinches and tugs on her ...hrobbing clit as the whip continues to pound against her upper body. He moves away from Emily’s trembling, abused body suddenly and she whimpers fearfully. It’s too quiet, too still around her for any form of comfort. She moves her head every way she can, trying to see anything. Her Master stands in the corner of the room, watching her struggle as. Coming home I finished my school work and thought I'd check it out. I knew it wasn't like any I had been to the second I opened the door. The hallway was dimly lit and pictures of movies I never seen before we're on the wall. Going to the window, the older man never looked up as he took my money, and buzzed the door open. Going in the room, there were several doors. A little nervous I went to the last door and stepped in the room. Putting a dollar in the slot a video started. I couldn't believe. She must have noticed me as she turned the horse's head and headed in my direction. I waited as she brought the horse down from its gallop to walking pace, turning into wide circles to calm the beast. The horse seemed unhappy not to be galloping, shaking its head and pawing the ground. She leaned forward in the saddle and patted the horse's neck. "Come on, Drummond, there's a good boy." Her voice was soft and soothing and slowly the horse, Drummond? Calmed. Miss Swinson turned her head to me.. "Let me get my stool." She got up and walked a few steps over to the side table and took a small stool from below the table. She brought it to the head of the massage table stood on it. It lifted her up so that she could reach over April's body and massage the lower part of April's body. The only part she probably won't be able to reach, April thought, is my legs.As the masseuse leaned over April, her crop top fell open further and April's view of the girl's breasts was inhanced. She could see.