?Now!? Ilsa grunted, grabbing the hair of the girl between her thighs and grinding her face hard against the erupting volcano of her soaking pussy.Kar... gave a cruel smile, and swung the awful whip he had been holding.It had six strands of finely woven steel, and at the end of each strand were three spiked weighted balls. A truly wondrous creation by a craftsman of cruelty, but one that was of little use to most whip masters as it was so violently destructive.For Ilsa, though, rapid destruction. I own my own business, nothing large, mind you, but I employ several workers and sales people, to get my little invention onto the store shelves of hardware stores nationwide. After divorcing Stu's mother, settling up costs and distributions, I scrimped and saved and then put my business plan into action. Ruthless? Cold? I would like to think of myself as prudent. I of course had come up with the idea while I was married, but Ingrid, my wife at the time, and Stu's mother as well, had smashed my. "You got a gun under there?" I asked."No." She hesitated. "I came to bury the hatchet." So you have an axe..." I accused."No, I came to apologize. Since my husband, I'm not too trusting when it comes to men." Well, don't start with me, Honey," I told her. "I'm an even worse pervert than you think I am. The only thing you can count on me to do is follow my dick."Jean smiled crookedly. "At least you're up-front about it." Honey, if you think that's any indication I'm not serious about getting. She lathered up her hands and began soaping one leg. She kept it up until the surface was slick with suds, then repeated the process on the other side. I was going out of my mind. Each time she would work up across my thigh I thought I would explode. When she finished the second leg she looked up at me to catch my eye, then slowly slid her gaze down my body to my rigid penis."So that's what it looks like, I've always wondered," she said.Lathering up her hands she began massaging the flesh.