She was bright, and confident, and capable, all of them things I find attractive in a woman. Emily was around 5-3, making her 6 inches shorter than me... trim, and curve-some. Her breasts, which from the information freshly gathered I guessed to be a “B” or “C”, were firm, and well proportioned to her figure. Brown hair brushed her shoulders, and her hips, caressed by her scrubs, were taut and full. Being older, I had tried to be surreptitious about ogling her. She soon let me know how well THAT. I gripped the whip so hard as I drew it back and flicked it at Henyak.“Mistress!” he howled as it cracked right on his balls, making them dance.“Yes,” I growled, my pussy clenching. My whip fell faster and faster as my fingers massaged my clit. The pleasure rippled through me as their asses turned into welts. I shuddered, drinking in the pain in their voices, they way their muscles bulged and flexed, struggling against the ropes.“Yes, my strong warriors, take the pain!” I howled, my body on the. Most of our talk focused on the human world, of course. It was, after all, where we were, learning as much as he could about it was Asmedogh's purpose in staying, and explaining human motivations and activities gave both Cam and me insights into our own species' behavior.But the dialogue also not infrequently strayed to Asmedogh's own race and world, about which we both had a lot of natural curiosity. His ... Asmedogh's name for his people was something as unpronounceable as his own, but Cam. ’ In response she just took his hand wordlessly and placed it on her crotch. She felt herself growing hard with the light pressure and warmth of his hand, but she was still a bundle of nerves. ‘When I was at school,’ he began, and she was amazed that he sounded so normal, wasn’t even discussing her ‘package’, and wasn’t running out of the restaurant in disgust. ‘I had a very good friend called Hillhead. I was at a private all boys’ school, and like all teenagers we were discovering, talking.