I can’t speak for Tracy but her orgasms from this type of pleasure seemed particularly intense. I possibly had a couple of fingers inserted in her ...agina, firmly curled towards her belly, barely stroking her G spot at the same time. Regardless, the few times I rimmed her, the result appeared the same – an exceptionally intense orgasm. I often found her orgasms fulfilling as much, if not more, than my own. I may dwell on that last point later. Tracy had beautiful orgasms, delicious, intense. Also, that one would also help her get used to the sensual aspects of being whipped all over while naked and probably help her resolve inhibitions. There were three leather belts, each one slightly thicker to intensify pain and, eventually, pleasurable feelings. The last was a lamp cord, fashioned like a whip that could inflict a severe sting equivalent to a professionally made whip. While naked, to further relax her with what was to come, I stood up and animatedly showed her how she first. She then gave me a long French kiss I said as we kissed please bring me back something to turn me on when you get back . She looked great when she left to go to his room all in black it was about 11 when she went to his room .it must have been about 4am when she got back and i was asleep , i woke up when i heard her trying to open the door as she was quite drunk the lad had walked her back to our room , he was very polite and saw me in bed Amy wanted him to come in to meet me but he was too shy. Forget it lady!” “What? Why? Is he married?” I asked, genuinely interested.Melissa let out a huff of air and shook her head. “He’s not married, he’s divorced; because who could live with that fucker? Anyway, he’s never been interested in any of the office girls before, and believe me, many have tried. I mean look at him, that body and he’s a name partner pulling down big bucks and well he’d be a catch if he wasn’t such an asshole.” Then she looked me up and down. “You’re hot Amy, I mean smoking.