Yeah, and maybe pigs might fly, Debbie thought to herself.It wasn’t as if Sally was hitting her that hard. Sally kept the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of th... riding crop against her nipples at a constant speed - one hit every second – and she didn’t increase the force of the blows, but the cumulative effect of slap after slap of the leather on her nipples was beginning to take it’s toll on Debbie.Each time the crop made contact with her flesh, Debbie flinched involuntarily. Her hands were balled. “Our truck is on the move.”I’d done Simon one last favor when I dissolved the business. I’d done it in Bradley’s name. There was no evidence of anything that would lead back to Simon. I did think, however, that it merited a little investigation to see if I could tell how they were planning to move the pirated CDs. That kind of a job took some forethought.I was still sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop open when Riley knocked on the door at 2:00.“Hey! I thought you might want to grab a. To add insult to injury, he began calling her names every time he squashed her mams. bitch, slut, fucktoy, cunt, trash whore, names she abhorred all her life. he mixed this with slaps which stung as much as the pain in her boobs. stewie now fished out a pair of scissors. pulling the cloth away from her tit, he cut it away, leaving her with a gaping hole through which her virgin white bra shone out. he copied it on the other tit. he then pulled down the cups, exposing her fat glands to the. I stood there, wondering how long I would be asked to remain on all fours. Within minutes, my knees had begun to throb. The floor was made of hardwood and the blood was pooling in my legs, making them go numb. My elbows soon began to shake, though I could not tell if it was from exhaustion or fear. All I knew for sure was that I could not hold this position for much longer. Just when I was about to crumble to the floor, the boss finally gave me permission to stand. Sit, was all he said. His.