He groaned and watched her hands move slowly as the candlelight lit shown off his throbbing member. Lizzie knew he was close to coming, but she wasn't...ready, so she sat back and reached for the oil again. Howe's breath was ragged and his eyes were locked on her as she took the bath oil, arched her back and poured it over her chest and tits. Howe stared at Lizzie as she began to knead her breasts, rubbing the oil all over them until they glistened. She reached for her nipples and pulled and. I hissed. "Seven."The next two left stripes across my thighs. "Eight." Nine. Oh god, Sir. I - "Before I could finish my protest He brought the cane down for the final stroke. "Count it." T-t-ten," I wailed, the sobs racking my body. He threw the cane down and removed the ginger plug from my ass. He must've had a bottle of lotion nearby because the next thing I knew He was rubbing a cooling lotion on my burning cheeks. His touch was sure, yet gentle. "I am so proud of you Baby Girl. It is done. The questions ran through her mind non stop all night and late into the day as she began to drift slowly into her deep sleep.The moon was high when she finally awoke from her dreamless, but restless sleep, her mind had wondered, and she was still tired. Chelsea’s stomach growled at her for not feeding it, alright she said to her self as she patted her stomach, “I’ll feed you” she said as she rummaged threw her closet.When she reached the bar that she had been to only days before she looked for. They collapsed on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. "Only a few days left lover," she said softly to him. He nodded in agreement, his eyes beginning to feel heavy. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as they drifted off to sleep. From the shadows of the doorway, Katie's husband John watched all of it. The flowers he had brought home were still clutched in his hand. White-hot anger surged through him, an intense fire that he fought desperately to control. His empty hand was clenched in.