Steph was worried that she had put on too much weight over the years but Phil loved her body. She was by no means fat, but her body had a ‘lived in�...� look. She looked so much better than any other fifty year old woman it wasn’t funny. Her girlfriends were always commenting on how good she looked. She liked the fact that they did this; Phil never seemed to compliment her any more. That, coupled with his tiny dick and vanilla sex, was enough to have Steph annoyed. That was why she was venting. One. We were being raucous and unruly, teasing and titillating, showing both purposefully and accidently, as young girls do, without thinking and not really caring.My sister was here before, one year ago to the date, back then she had stayed behind for her own portfolio, by the same old man, and as I sat looking at him eyeing-up my class friends, I knew what was going through his head, each parted pair of legs or blouse front, each tight pair of denims, yes I knew how his mind salivated over the. " Of course she is. Aren't you Slave?" Yes Mistress!" she cries out quickly and joyfully."You enjoy being beaten and humiliated in front of everyone, don't you?" Yes Mistress!" Would you like this kind security guard to take you away from me?" No Mistress! Please Mistress, more!"The old guard slowly takes his hat off, scratches his head, and shrugs resignedly. "Well, never mind me then. All the same though, I will have to ask your friend there to put some clothes on." If you insist," the. .i walked to the end of the table, between her legs, and ran a finger down the opening of her pussy,she moaned, then gently tapped it with my crop,she squeeled, but the gag stopped anything loud,i tapped again this time twice in a rapid succession,tap,tap,she bucked,i then walked to another table,where layed my tools, i picked up 2 nipple clamps and put one on each of her now hard erect nipples,then i chose a whip, i began slowly swinging it closer and closer, to her pussy, with a smack it made.