He was a rather large man and his hands covered my shoulders almost entirely.I could then feel the head of his cock trying to find my hole, but it was...clear he could see it and he was teasing because once he was finished poking and rubbing it around he inserted the head in one smooth movement.It hurt a little because he was rather large, and he must have been used to this because he just left it there for a minute and gave me time to adjust to him.He was gyrating his hips around a bit and I. Both had a good morning and Terry made his way to the library to eat his picnic lunch. On the way he met Gareth with his usual gang of hangers-on.“Ah!” said Gareth. “Lover-Boy’s back.”Terry feigned not to have noticed but Gareth blocked him.“Didn’t you hear me, Lover-Boy?” he asked.“Were you talking to me, Gareth?”“Who else?”“I don’t answer to that name. Try Terry next time.”“Why? That’s who you are, Grace’s lover-boy.”“No. I’m her boyfriend and she doesn’t like it when you refer to me as. .The choice was evident, the whip strokes. They decided to split the hits between them...They never gave me much time or warning, and I felt the first stroke of the whip on my back...Ian always said a hit with a whip was like a kiss, but they were more like little bites...The first four hurt like hell, but by the 6 and 7 I was already floating, the rest of the strokes only making my nice subspace higher. it was like floating, and felt like giggling. Before I knew it my mouth was took in an. I wasn’t really worried but ... like you said ... I take my job seriously because I know there are serious people out there that would hurt Liz.”“She told me about the stalker in New York,” I said, shaking my head.“A restraining order,” he grumbled. He extended his right hand, glanced at my shoulder and changed to his left. We shook and he walked away.Stephanie and Jill had seemed to content to let the security guy feel me out and I didn’t blame them. It was pretty obvious to me that he knew.