Monik muttered something to Danel in Sudanese, and he looked concerned as well. Sandy was deeply upset at the way Danel and Monik were reacting to her...body, and she covered herself with her arms and looked to be on the verge of tears. Danel and Monik were no longer looking at her, and they began to have a heated discussion. I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying, but they were upsetting Sandy, so I approached them and asked what was the matter."Get back to work, girl," Monik. “I wanted to see you, to know how you are.” Rachel said after a long silence. She stood in the door way, not quite ready to come in. The older teen didn’t look any different than she had. Dressed all in black with gothic makeup and style, her smile was friendly. “Im fine, the princess helped to heal me.” Mercy answered the obvious question. “That’s good.” Rachel said, and then she stepped in and closed the door. “Do you hate me for what I did?” she asked, not quite being able to look the older. Janet strained against her bonds, making the chains rustle in response. Andrea began to circle her captive, striking Janet occasionally with the crop. Janet had expected Andrea to strike her repeatedly, but instead the Dominant had decided on a pattern of random stripes on Janet's bound figure. The strokes touched every part of her exposed female form, placing stripes wherever the crop finally landed. All that Janet could do was to wait in her chains for the next stroke. Andrea,. ‘That’s not fai — ohh, ohhh God, Jeff!’ I worked her clit with my tongue, occasionally sucking on it, I slid one hand up to a nipple, which I squeezed and rolled between my fingers. The other hand I rested on her stomach. I suddenly had an idea, and tried to match the strokes of my tongue to the tempo of her moans. As I found it, her volume increased. I started to increase the speed of my efforts, and she started to moan more quickly. I removed my hand from her breast, and as I slid a finger.