She paced around me, lashing out at my bare back several times making me fall forward.“Get the fuck up” she barked, whipping my ass painfully. Tea...s formed in my eyes as I struggled to stand. She walked around me, randomly lashing out at my breasts, stomach, ass and back. I flinched with every strike, whimpering. After five minutes or so, she came close and cupped my soaking pussy.“Fucking whore, this is making you wet isn’t it?” she growled, spitting in my face. I nodded weakly. “Well, I think. " Ok it's a deal," she said.Dead on 7.30 I picked her up and she sat down on my passenger seat."Ok are we all right?" I asked."Sure, no problems," she smiled but it was a little nervous smile, "left my underwear off as requested though I don't know why." It's so there are no marks on your skin," I explained."Oh I see," she said.The rest of the drive was made in silence. Terry's studio was on the top floor of a converted warehouse unit but at least it was lovely and warm."Ahh, so this is my. තොල් නිකන් රොස පෙති වගේ. අත පය සුදුම සුදුයි. දැන් නම් මට මෙලො සිහියක් නැ. පපුව ඩික් ඩික් ගාලා ගැහෙනවා. දැනටම කිහිලි වලට දාඩිය දාලා.අර්…මේ…..අවි ගින්දර කියන පොතත් සාමනයෙන් හොදයි. අර පිල්ම් එකකුත් හදලා තිබුනේ…ඒ මේ පොතින්. පිල්ම් එකනම් එච්චර හරි නැ. හැබැයි මේ පොත නම් හොදයි.කියලා මම අමාරුවෙන් හිනා වුනා.ඔකේ…බලමු. කියලා එකි පොත ගන්න අත දික් කරා. අවි ගින්දර පොත තිබ්බේ ගොඩක්ම මගේ ගාවට වෙන්න උඩ රාක්කේ. ඉතින් මේකි අත දික් කරාම එකිගේ අතයි මගේ මුණයි අතර දුර නිකන් අඩි බාගයක්වත් නැ. ඒ මදිවට එකි කිහිල්ල මට. There was nothing to do, within a few days I read all of his books, I started working out. When I had slept enough and was sore from wroking out, I would just play with my cock, or ass, not even for pleasure all the time, just to have something to play with. Billy would just be re reading a book of his, and I would go play with his member, not really a handjob, just fool around with it, play with his big balls, slap myself with it, maybe slap it around, not hard, just playfully. He did not.