I have to practice so I take turns with each nipple, sometimes I catch the nipple properly, sometimes I get the flesh of her tit. Each scream is loud ...nd she is now constantly crying from pain. Ben comes up her ass but keeps hold of her hair. The guys loosen her wrist holds and drag her backwards so her front is now above the table top. I try sideways whipping, very good, each slashing makes a welt mark on her stomach. I stop and look round, the others nod. Time to stop and let her rest.We. I didn't care any more. My gut instincts told me it was ok, that there was nothing wrong with it, even if the battle within my subconscious implied something else. It's difficult to explain, but I just knew it was ok to be in love with this man.For the rest of the day, we walked around aimlessly through the mountains; talking, taking pictures, holding each other, kissing. As evening fell, we were on a scenic overlook above the campsite. Dad sat on a small boulder and I on his lap. With my arm. "Can I help you with anything?" "Oh God, what's happened to me?" the woman asked no one. Zachgave her a puzzled look. Drugs perhaps? Then he shook the thought fromhis head, she was way too clean. She looked like any college girl,except pregnant, which happened to be a trend these days. "Excuse me?" The woman grabbed his arm and stared him in theface. A tingle ran through him to his brain and then down to his toes.He almost pulled away but she had locked in some sort of death lock onhis. Two hours later when Joe came in to Mike's to pick me up and he saw mynew hairstyle, his mouth opened in a silent, "Wow!" Mike had lightened myhair to a very light blond and given it a perm so that it was now a massof tight curls and ringlets that fell to about 6" below my shoulders. Ihad been going to a tanning salon (all over, of course) for the lastseveral months and had acquired a deep tan so the contrast between mylight hair and dark tan was striking. My new look got Joe so turned onthat I.