She then laid herself across my chest and belly and ground the fruit and cream to pulp between us with her body. This felt like it was getting really...messy. She placed one of her breasts in my mouth and allowed me to lick it and then she offered up the rest of her chest to clean. If blackberries wasn’t exactly my favourite fruit this certainly changed my mind and this was a wonderful new way of eating them.Again she left me and I wondered what was next. I felt her get back on the bed and. “Ouchhhhh “ she cried as the cane did its job landing in precisely the place intended.Moving on to Henri who was not as brave as he hoped and was sporting a huge erection, Just as Miss Finkelstein enjoyed she brought her arm back and delivered with maximum effort a stinging stroke just above Henri’s balls. Not that she would have cared as she had often deliberately caned on the balls for full effect.“Arrrgggghhhhh” came the cry from Henri’s lips …. The pain was tremendous , Just as it should. “Ah fuck yes,” he moaned.I moved back a little bit, catching my breath before gagging on his cock once more. I couldn’t help but think I might have bitten off more than I could chew with him but I was too late now. Over and over, his cock probed down my throat and each time he’d moan his approval. With one last slurp, I moved my head off of his manhood. I gasped for air as I stood up, watching my saliva drip from his shaft.Tom moved towards me, commanding me to take off my bra. I guess it was. " her wailing continued to come from her throat.She started to sob as she realized no one would ever want to touch her body again.No man.Especially, no woman.The horrible branding she had just been through would ensure that.She sobbed harder now, and slumped again against her bonds as the realization that her desire to have just one small petite tattoo, led to this.Who was her torturer?From whose body did the voice come from. Kelli was in a nightmare but didn't know it.She couldn't figure it.