The director told Audrey, "Six with the riding crop, maybe eight. It's a jockey whip so it's very whippy. It'll sting and it'll raise welts but it won...t do any damage." (Easy for you to say, she thought but said nothing). "Danny this is your scene, before you whip her, examine her, fondle her, make her come. Make it erotic. Audrey, it's shameful for you to show your emotion. You tilt up your ass as if you're begging for more. When you come, moan softly but make sure we know you're coming.. I’d completely missed that part of the somber mood that was the result of lovers torn apart.Finally the surge of emotions began to wane and we were left there in the kitchen with a big invisible question mark filling the room.What was going to happen now?Society puts expectations on its citizens. As a result, the citizens put expectations on themselves. It’s all supposed to affect behavior. Then things like love, passion, imagination and even hormones have an effect on behavior that conflict. I feel much more comfortable now.” She spoke in a lower tone, almost a purr. “But you seem a little uncomfortable yourself.” He looked down. Sitting back on the couch had allowed his cock to spring forward, forcing its way against the front of his pants like a tent pole. He looked back up at her, and his eyes again fell to her breasts. She knelt on the coffee table. “There’s no need to keep staring,” she said. “You can touch too.” She took his hand and placed it between her breasts. His breath. I slip my hand over your bra massaging your breasts. You can see the bulge in my trousers bursting to get out. I slide my hand inside your panties and slip two fingers gently inside you. You moan with pleasure as my fingers go deeper and deeper. I move under the desk so i can get between your legs, i remove your panties and you slide forward in your chair. I lick your inner thighs slowly, moving closer and closer to your pussy. My tongue starts long licks of your clit, working down your lips.