”Bev jumped in with, “And Shelly said she measured you and your cock is seven and one-eighth inches long.”“Okay, I’ll give you that you talk...with her about personal things, but that doesn’t mean that she won’t get pissed and walk if I take the two of you up on your suggestion.”“What do you really have to lose here?” Liz asked. “So what if you can’t handle the two of us together. We can flip a coin or do rock, paper, scissors. I won’t speak for Bev, but I’m not the marrying kind. I like my. I shook all over. He pulled me off him and quickly turned me to straddle him. My expression was crazed as he lowered my trembling hips over his cock. I could barely hold myself upright. For what he must have had in mind, that was okay. I managed to wedge my tiny, flowing pussy open against the tip of his cock and held his dick in place until it was lodged there. Then my arms hung limp as he lowered me onto his monster. At first I didn't think it was going to fit. I was still. We stayed for the four remaining floggings. They were a disappointing batch: the other older woman getting 12 on her back with the grade two strap for insolence, a pox-raddled redhead getting six on her backside with the grade two strap for laziness and the least exciting farewell beating I’d ever seen, an obese blonde getting a dozen with the grade one strap on her enormous buttocks. But it didn’t matter. We’d seen Mary Whittaker.*I became obsessed. I woke up whispering her name. There were. She shivers of fear rippled through her as he threw the door open and yanked her out by the arm. She fell immediately to her knees and looked up. The terror was evident on her face and in her eyes. ‘Please don’t hurt me Stud.’ She pleaded. ‘I promise whatever I did that didn’t please you I will work on as hard as I can!’ ‘You are no one’s bitch!’ He bellowed. ‘Can you get it through your god damn thick stupid cow head?!’ Breathe. Jacob breathe. Your scaring her, Rachel’s voice whispered in his.