We must go.’ Her features were pale and her pulse raced. ‘Have you no mercy for the treatment I will receive at her hands for defying her. I canno... be here.’ ‘Enough,’ Turgon said, his voice echoing about them. ‘You are not to fear that woman ever again. She means nothing to me, nor should she to you. Though she may be the only capable parent, she is not the only one and I wish for you to visit with the man who sired you. That, Gilraen is my gift to you.’ Gilraen’s lips trembled. ‘But – but. My nipples were hard and showing, my pussy was wet as I expected that my husband was going to give me a hard rough fuck which I most definitely wanted. He placed a pillow over my face and then I felt his mouth going over my left nipple. He sucked hard on it. He then moved to my right where he first bit it and then sucked. He then stood up next the bed and told me to bend my legs and spread them. I then felt him slap my horny pussy and clit. I moaned as he did this a few times before making his. "It's a piece of bamboo encased in leather. Just perfect for nakedgirls." Then she struck. The crop made a sharp sound as it struck Tiffany'sflesh. "One," she cried. "That wasn't so bad. I'll just bet that you really want to count quite alot today," observed Erica. Two, Three, Four, Five, the numbers came from the lips of the bound girleach preceded by the strike of the riding crop on the bound girl's flesh. Janet watched in silence at the performance of the Mistress and her slavegirl. . " My voice reverberates in the large tiled room.I see her raise the riding crop to your lips. "Kiss it! Lick it!" she commands."Yes, Mistress," you reply. You kiss and lick the leather end of the crop as she holds it tight to you lips."Enough," she says. She steps behind you and stings your naked ass with the crop, making you yelp in pain and surprise. She hits hard, and leaves a small red mark on your round ass. "Count for me, slave! They don't count unless you do! We'll start again at one.".