If only I wasn’t so socially awkward. Anyways, we did the whole ball exercises thing and now and then I would sneakily grab peaks at her jumping up ...nd arching the soles of her feet as she did. A part of me wanted to just hold them in my hand and lick them. After ten minutes I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to change partners, I ducked out and headed to the change rooms. I stood outside both doors of the changing rooms for a second, contemplating something. My dick. ”He looked up. “What, here? Now? With you?”“Yeah. Do me.” Oh, how long had she waited for the opportunity to work that two-word sentence into a casual conversation with him.He peered at her and said, “Probably not the best time.”“Am I going to start squawking like a chicken trying to lay an egg on the floor?”“Not unless you subconsciously want to be a chicken,” he replied, adding, “No. Just... not the right setting.”A twinge of disappointment doused the tickle of excitement that swelled within. Lashing out in frustration, I catch him with my nails, leaving three red weals across his cheek. He roars with anger and brings the belt down across my bottom, I grunt with pleasure and raise myself higher."You fucking wimp, you call that whipping?"He strikes me again and again, each stroke harder than the last, tears well in my eyes, the pain is terrible but so is the heat between my legs!I turn onto my back opening my legs as wide as I can, the thick leather lands on my clitoris making me cry. La Buissonni? — She began but he stopped her with a small chaste kiss. No. My name is Jacques. He whispered against her mouth before stealing her breath again. He moved from her mouth and down along her neck, pressing with his lips, nipping gently with his teeth, tasting her with his tongue. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head so that he could get to more. Jacques… She whispered, testing the name on her tongue. He breathed a heated sigh against her moistened.