My hips are a foot off the sand. Arched with pressure on my feet and shoulders. My ears hear a sound but it seems far away. It’s not. It’s me, scr...aming my release now! Begging b**st, pleading with him. To stop. To never stop. My body is racked with both tension and release. And still he continues … I can’t take any more … I can’t live without more … I need more … I’ll come apart at the seam if he doesn’t stop … no, never stop this feeling! But I collapse. No matter what my mind might want or. She rolled around on the floor in pain and the next strike hit the side of her breast which hurt even worse. The next few girls alternated between whipping her on the stomach and the chest. When one landed a shot right on the nipple it caused an indesribable amount of pain, and some of their aim was pretty good.By the time the last sister, Gabby, was ready to take the whip Claire was rolling around on the floor like a dying fish. Her moans had turned to gurgles a while ago and every part of her. Almost on the verge of crying. So, I put my left hand across her shoulder and she leaned on my shoulder. I held her gently and kissed above her ear, on her head. I feel a kiss on head is a sign of care and I really cared for both of them.Me: Tension mat le yaar.. kuch acha hi hoga. Medical report bhi to dono ki normal aai h.She: I wish. Par kab? Aur kitna wait karna padega?While saying so, tears dropped from her eye. Usne apna muh mere chest pe dba diya, hiding her tear. While she kept her hand. Whaddya think?” he said.“We can ask. Maybe invite his friends too?” she said.“Yes, let’s do it. You call Liz and Milton. I’ll talk to Lance,” he said.“Yes, good,” she said. “And I think I’ll talk to Glory, not him about the invite. She’s a little more pragmatic than he is for all of his intelligence.”“Good idea,” he said.“Yes, I was invited, by the man himself,” said Lance.“Hah, I haven’t even been invited,” I said, and I hadn’t.“What’s that?” said Lance.“Someone’s at the door,” I said. “Would.