I was still scared of pushing my desire. I was reeling inside with wanting to give him a blow job but I resisted. The desire and the wanting never lef... my mind. Last week Roy came over and sat in my office with me. When he stretched back in the chair, his shirt went up exposing the dark hairline again that started my desire. I looked away to avoid my pain of wanting it so bad. Roy gave me a grin but I wasn’t sure what for.Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore so I asked, "Can I suck your cock?". She knew that yesterdays immoral act was her downfall and she looked from one boy to the other hoping for some miracle to save her.Jenny was now numb with fear and Justin grabbed her hands, bringing her tightly into his body. His confidence was soaring from seeing her frightened face and he realized he had complete control. He held Jenn against his body and she could feel his big cock pressing into her lower body. "Please, please Justin. Don't do this to me. What have I ever done to you?" she. Then Paul increased the power. Joan twisted against the restraints, the pleasure reaching an intensity she had not suspected. Paul moved the wand lower, almost touching her clit. “Oh Paul! That’s so . . .” She never finished. Paul pushed the power to maximum and Joan’s cries and her straining against the cuffs made clear she was almost overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. Without removing the wand, Paul leaned over and sucked hard on a nipple. Joan cried out again, but this time her. The quirt was long enough that I could make it wrap from one side of her body to the other, so I decided to start by facing her, and using its length to strike at her back. I had practiced enough with this whip that I knew where it would strike without the need to actually see my target for each blow.The first strike landed just below her left shoulder blade, and I immediately followed it with one to the right side. Both strikes were harder than usual; I knew she wanted to feel pain. I knew.