”She struck again and again. Hanging from the crossbar, I thrashed and squirmed as she hit me, but there was no way I could avoid the hot, searing t...rment of the whip.“Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted as she swung the whip across my nipples. “Make him suffer,” shouted Mistress Flavia.“Oh, Oh, Oh,” Ophelia grunted as she brought the whip down across my chest with all her power.I squirmed and writhed as she kept hitting me.“Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted it like a prayer.She stopped and walked. And I was not dissapointed with his cock. At least an 8" fat cock. I started to suck him deep in my throat, I love a cock down my throat now, and when he was really hard he picked me up and carried me to the bed and therew me on it and said get on your hands and knees bitch. I did as he said and wiggled my ass and cunt at him. He climbed on and put his large cock at my cunt entrance and with one thrust sank balls deep in me. I let out a contented sigh and started moaning as he really started to. That felt so good that Wayne’s bladder-full actually got her off. A quick shower and back to the play.The next morning the housewife was up making coffee and breakfast long before her warriors could move. Sometime in the night she had realized there was a well of sexual energy inside her that was being tapped for the first time. Right after the last time her husband made her climax, when he was unable to even get another one himself, he asked her how she was doing. Her reply startled him, “If. Once positioned correctly on the floor, the guard uncuffed Amy and placed her arms straight out from the shoulders and parallel to her feet.She started to lower her arms and received a sharp crack on her back from a thin cane. It hurt like hell, but Amy understood that she was not to move her arms. The hood was replaced before Amy had any chance to peer about the room. For a moment, a wry thought occurred that here she was a female version of DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man.The wait seemed.