" Paul shook his head and despite trying to hold them back, tears flowed down his face, he guessed, like we did, he was in for a severe thrashing."The...e was another reason for the long delay in announcing my decision. By early evening yesterday, I had made up my mind to order twenty-four strokes of the strap followed by twenty-four with the cane. The fact that he was prepared to let me whip a woman who really had done him no harm, just to get revenge for a minor incident, I felt warranted. Karen dug in to the hamburger as if she hadn’t had anything to eat for days, which in fact other than the slave gruel, she hadn’t. Darrell watched her as he leisurely ate his burger and fries and drank his soda. Karen’s throat was dry and she ate so fast that a bite got stuck half way down. She gasped out, “Master, could I please have a drink of your soda, it feels like something is stuck in my throat. EDarrell unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out and told her, “If you want something. I was able to move my left hand around to her front and cup her clit between thumb and forefinger. Fiona screamed as I did so and it galvanised Tony into his diatribe again. ‘Slut, slut, slut’ he murmured slowly ‘pound that wet slut pussy, make her come again’. The words had a magic effect as Fiona’s head dropped to the seat and she started to moan and thrust backwards towards me to match the thrust of my forward strokes. After a while I stopped moving at all and just concentrated on rubbing. " he said, apparently having heard me comein. His breasts swayed as he turned. I snapped out of my daydream andstruggled to draw my eyes up to his face for once."What?" I asked."None of our clothes fit." He held up a pair of his old jeans. "I'mguessing only the baggier stuff even comes close. Plus, I wouldn't mindgetting some athletic tape or something," he cupped his boobs with onearm as he said this, "'cause I swear I haven't been able to get my chestto stop jiggling all morning."I glanced.