Without even noticing, I realise that I’m full on stroking him…..but when I do realise, I pull back and look down at it. I smile gladly with such ... bad gurl look. His smerk back tells me he knows what kind of gurl I am, and what I’m about to do next. Just to flirt a little more, I bend at the waist forward so my booty sticks out, and I yank down his pants. His cock flops out huge and hard, and I immediately drop down to my knees. I look up into his eyes and swallow the whole thing. As I pull it. Walking over to the wall of whips, she then took down a multi-faceted leather whip and brought it over to me. "Now you can get to enjoy the feeling of whipping another whore" she said to me as she handed me the whip. I had been whipped previously by Edna and Bob both, but never returned the favor on another woman. Edna guided me over to one side of Joan, "Twenty lashes" she said to me, "And don't be shy about using that whip" she added. I hesitated for a minute or so, looking at Joan spread. Why are youwearing that bed sheet? There are plenty of clothes in the closet, orhaven't you noticed?" There's nothing but... dresses." And? Don't you remember our deal?" "Deal?" Yes, our deal," Harriet replied matter-of-factly. "The one where Ipromised to bring you back to New York with me in exchange for yourtotal cooperation." Cooperation? What are you talking about?"Harriet wondered if he'd honestly forgotten. She decided to give himthe benefit of the doubt. She jogged his memory: "You. She still had a lot to learn, however, she was excited at the prospect of working with patients and their myriad of problems whether they be physical, mental, emotional or even, and here she always giggled, sexual. It was by chance that she stumbled upon this career choice when one of her last boyfriends had had an awful motorcycle accident that had left him almost paralysed and near suicidal with depression. Nothing Emma did had seemed to help, however, she was ever present as his therapist.