I felt angry again, but angry at myself this time. Mysuper-self-indulgent-self-hatred was indeed becoming a self-fulfillingprophecy - I was making Mit...h mad just because I was mad at myself. Ineeded to ease the situation, I didn't want to go home, I wished my ownclothes would take another week or two to dry, I wanted to stay longer,I wanted to 'be me'. But I had screwed things up, the atmosphere wasjust too tense, I needed to think of a way of lifting that fog of miserythat I had caused, needed. As my cock neared her center she was getting very close to another orgasm. I stretched the leg of her panties more with my free fingers and eased my hard dick into the palm of my hand. It became wet very quickly; everything in that area was already soaked, now including me! It was almost the same instant, she started orgasming just as I had advanced forward and touched her wet lips with my the head of my dick. As she rolled through her orgasm, I removed my finger and was sliding the head of my. I could feel his cock throb in the palm of my hand. I again took it in my hungry mouth and running my tongue up and down his wet shaft. Listening to him groan with pleasure was the most rewarding experience ever, it was incredibly arousing and sexy, watching his facial expressions,feeling his now rock hard cock throb in my mouth. I was now doing it almost like a porn star. But that is always a professional activity, mine was out of love, care and romance. Releasing his cock, I lick downwards. “So, what kind of whip you like, Simone?” asked Hana with a knowing tone in her voice. “I prefer this kind,” Hana continued, “but they are not for riding.” Hana had picked up a long dressage whip designed for training horses. The four foot long handle reached from the floor to Hana’s waist. A single tail of braided leather extended from the long handle for about another five feet, tapering down over its length from half an inch to a thin tail of tail of hard braided leather thinner than a.