Our eyes locked only inches apart. Her eyes were soft, understanding. To this day I can’t put my finger on the expression she gave me. It was sympat...y, or love. “I completely understand,” her whole body seemed to agree with those words.My heart melted. I almost started to cry.She continued, “I am willing to accept this responsibility, but you must accept that you are mine. When I desire to exert my control, I expect you to obey me, no questions. If I decide you are to be punished, you are to. "Count them slave." She struggled to gasp "One" before the second stroke hit under her rib cage "Two" she gasped. He kept up the merciless series of blows until she managed to gasp out "Twentyfour" and hang trembling from her bonds. Her body was on fire, the individual strokes had at first caused separateareas of pain but now these had blended into one sensation of heat and thiscombined with her feeling of total submission to his will was causing her tobecome very aroused. I hope he fucks me. That's what I like to blame it on. Dad blames it on tequila and that's not just my first name, it's my middle name too, by the way. Tequila Tequila, that's me, and it's pretty cool. I got that name cause I'm a double shot of pain killer straight up, according to Daddy. But he's teasing when he says that; he knows I'm as queer as Elton John's pet hairdresser.So my skin is brown and my hair is black. I got a cute nose and generous smile, everybody likes my smile, and my ass too. I have a killer. " Oh my, I didn't notice last night but did you dry your hair with atowel?" Ya, why? I always use a towel." Honey you need to use a blow dryer. In fact I'll put it on the list.Otherwise it gets a little painful to come it. Here I'll help you, nosquirming." Jennifer sits down and her mother starts come vigoursly ignoring herdaughter's groans."Now I laid an outfit out for you, come downstairs when you're ready andeat breakfast." Jennifer's mom walk downstairs and Jennifer slowly makes her way to.