“Yes, that will do slut” and she put a blindfold on me. I was waiting for what was next but all was silent. As I started to relax she began to whi... my bum. I moaned in pain as she whipped me a couple of times, stopped for a moment and then did it again. I could feel my bum glowing as she whipped me again and then the back of my thighs. I tried to move away but she moved with me and hit me again and again. Then she moved again and silence. As I relaxed she whipped my breasts. Not as hard as. I had been thinking along the same lines myself but not as far along as you. I am basically a one woman business so it is easier to stop working. I would only have to stop taking new work and it would eventually dry up as projects were completed. This would be even quickly done now as I have already handed over the ongoing work to the people I share the work office with. I was thinking that with a baby on the way as well as your health I needed to be more available for you and also be careful. Twenty-three skins and eleven minutes later, I got bored.Kate.Beethoven!The Ninth Symphony, one of my favorites, was 70-some-odd minutes long. They'd designed 74-minute CDs, way back when, so that the whole Symphony would fit on one disc. I scrapped Blink 182 and loaded Beethoven. If I could last through the whole Symphony, I'd make it close enough to 4:30, when the Jazz Club opened. I had high hopes. I made it to the second movement, the one I think of as the "chase scene." Time, 3:27 p.m.I. Soon, your moaning gets louder and louder as you push toward release, begging me to send you over the edge. I smile slightly and decide to give you what you want. I slide another finger in and curl both of them slightly, rubbing the inside of you while my tongue dances on your clit. Suddenly, your back arches and you let out a loud wail as the orgasm that has been approaching for so very long sweeps over you and sends your body into overload. Colored lights flash behind your eyes as you thrash.