I never allowed any of my boyfriends or dates to touch me down there. I enjoyed the physical touching and arousal of the boys I went out with, and I r...ally enjoyed satisfying them with my own touch. I never developed a reputation for being a slut, and I soon learned what it was that the girls enjoyed so much about giving the boys pleasure. If I were the only girl giving out blowjobs it probably would have been different but at eighteen years old and now boasting a 34-24-34 figure with a. He even owedpeople favours now, for fuck's sake. Oh, Chloe had better appreciate the effortbeing made for her here, Chris thought, a wry grin on his face. He strode overto the television set and picked up its remote, tucking it into his backpocket. Caught momentarily by his reflection in the dark screen of the tv onstandby, he paused to fiddle with his hair and smooth an eyebrow. The doorbellwent off a second time, distracting him. He tore himself away from hisreflection long enough to make it. Switching the whip to the other hand and the feather now is in my right. I slowly move both items again over her body. Giving her the time to think of the pain and pleasure these two items are bringing. I begin again with the whip, but this time I start off with a harder swing across her pussy. She screams out. No, please that hurts to much son. I take a quick look over at my father sitting there with a bulge in his shorts enjoying the show. No, not enjoying, watching his wife get whipped. Gina sat at her kitchen table enjoying the warm sun that was coming in through the open door when her cell phone rang. “Hello?” “Hey, it’s Rick. How are you?” Gina smiled and the butterflies returned to her stomach. “I’m good. How are you?” “I’m good. So, are we still on for lunch?” Rick asked. Gina smiled again. “Of course,” she replied. “Cool. I’ll see you in an hour.” Gina was still smiling when she ended the call. The buzzer rang, making Gina jump a little. She walked to the.