I tell him that I wanted it, that this was a birthday fantasy I had. He connects me to the hooks as Master did and takes up the buggy whip he used. ...e strikes me but not on the ass, instead he strikes the back and front of my legs. A few times he does strike my ass but he stops, he likes to cause me pain but not that much pain on an already sore body. He stops and releases me, I get dressed and we leave to go out for my birthday celebrating. It is very uncomfortable for me to sit and. She described herself as being in her early sixties, tall with a good figure and as I was going to use video, she would have to charge an extra ten gbp for the session as it was much harder work than still photography. I still wasn't sure if I was on the right track until she reassured me that we were talking about French photography, whatever that was.Two days later I was driving the 90 minute journey to a phone box on the M5 motorway services where I had been told to phone her for final. I am focused on the road, wearing a shirt, shorts and summer shoes. You look at me, you like my beard as I haven't shaved in a week... you keep looking at me, bite your lower lip and slide a hand on my leg, just caressing my knee, playing with my hair, you like feeling my body hair in your hands... your hand moves around and is getting closer to my thighs. I swallow and realize what's going on. I look at you and start getting horny too, you pretend you don't know what you are doing and keep. She would be company for you. If you hadn't...if I hadnot been successful, I would have had to send you away for her sake." Okay. Last question. Why do you do this?" Jacky checked herself out."Better." She came and sat beside Rachel again. "I'm not complaining, farfrom it. I just wonder...why?"Rachel got up and went out of the room, to return a few seconds latercarrying a book. Jacky took it and looked at the title. _Gender Therapy:Healing the Wound_, by Rachel S. Farrell."Did you ever wonder.