I saw her ass, which was sweaty but spotless.“Sluts like you don’t deserve a spotless ass babydoll,” I grabbed a ping pong paddle from my kit wh...le saying this. I pulled her hair and kissed her neck as I glided the paddle on her ass. She could feel the cold paddle gliding on her sweaty ass. I whispered in her ear, “Feel the cold paddle, baby.”I kissed her earlobes and my other hand rubbed her waist. I then spat on the floor. “Bend down and lick it, whore,” I ordered. As soon as she bent, I hit. "But I go by Abel."?Ms. Scalpel snorted. She was half Asian-half black, and very curvy, and she ran her long burgundy nails up and down Abel's penis..he was still in shock from the vicious whipping she'd given him. "You know that Abelard, Peter Abelard that is, was a 9th century French philosopher who was castrated because of his relationship with a woman called Heloise...and of course if you want to go by Abel for short, there's an even earlier story..."?Abel nodded wearily. He had suffered. He sat down next to me, pulling me in for another embrace. Although I enjoyed it, I was thinking about how our relationship would be now that we had slept together. “Uh allo, Nathaniel…um.” I stammered as he put a croissant with sausage to my lips. I took a bite while looking into those beautiful eyes once more. “We need to chat mate.” Nathaniel put the sandwich down on the plate and inhaled. “I know love, I’m not gonna try to run away from what happened, I wanted that Roger, and I wanted you…”. Natürlich war mir durchaus bewusst, dass diese Situation in moralischer Hinsicht bedenklich war. Doch gleichzeitig empfand ich das alles als unheimlich erregend. Wie gerne würde ich noch einmal so eine Situation wie vor einigen Nächten erleben. Wie ein ertapptes Kind scheute ich mich zugleich zuzugeben, dass ich tatsächlich die Finger mit im Spiel hatte. Wie sollte ich ihr die Erregung und gepaart war mit Eifersucht und Verlustängsten erklären...?Als lange keine Antwort von mir kam, legte.