She had planned this, initiated it even. There was no need to deny it. In the abstract, it had seemed very attractive, just the thing to distract and ...et even. Now with reality settling in, she wondered if she was just going to be hurting herself. Her teeth dug into the soft, yielding flesh of her cheek, giving just enough pain to focus. To ignore the tight squeeze in her core, the iron grip on her lungs and heart. She deliberately relived the painful images of that day that should have been. Somehow, despite the pain we were all feeling, the one in fetish clothing managed tostagger to the cruel master's feet and kneel before him, eyes downcast, hands cupping her ample breaststo him as if presented for punishment - which was exactly the point, as a swift series of blows fromhis whip demonstrated. Even without the collar, I expected the blows to have her curled up on the floorclutching the affected area - instead, she stayed kneeling submissively before him. Clearly she wasaccustomed. Bob was still in shock and did not say anything. Angel asked Bob if the stories were true about him. I could see then something change in him. He told angel she would have to find out for herself. Angel wasted no time. In a moment she was on her knees between his legs. She undid his pants and he raised to let her remove them. Her eyes grew wide and I could tell she was excited to see just how large he was. Angel placed her left hand on Bob's sack and began to kiss it. With her right hand she. “Hello sweetie,” I said. “Thanks for earlier,” he said. “Thanks very much, Wendy.” I almost tensed up. Fuck. Did he know? Had he guessed. “You don’t mind if I call you that do you, only I have a fantasy woman at school, she’s called Wendy.” He said. “You naughty boy, call me Wendy if you want,” I said relived. I looked away, as a cock was offered to my face, sucking on it. The boy came quickly, to be replaced by another. “Turn over Wendy,” Chris whispered. “I want to fuck you from behind.” I.