He frowns and sets the candle down. “As much as I love to hear you beg, you little cock whore, I don’t want to hear all your little noises.” He ...uts the gag ball back in her mouth, and tightens the strap up. Picking up the candle again, he drips a line from her collar bone, over her right nipple. She whimpers and tries to pull back, as her tender nipple is lightly burned. He drips the wax down over her stomach, and over the hollow of her left hip, before making a V-shape, down to her clit, and. How dare she! I stepped in the dim, smoke filled bar. There were maybe six or seven people at tables or at the bar. I walked to the bar to ask for change and if there was a payphone. Even over the music I heard my heels clicking on the tile floor. I expected everyone to stare as I strode across the floor. The bartender did not say a word as I meekly asked for change. Then he pointed at a backroom for the phone. I was never so glad to see a phone. I dialed quickly. The phone seemed to ring. And she was letting him! Not only that, but as he spanked her, Victoria couldn’t stop looking at the bulge straining against the material of his pants. He obviously had a raging hard on while he was spanking her. Her mind raced to things she would later feel guilty about. What was he thinking to give himself such a big boner? Was he enjoying seeing her bent over like this, catching a glimpse of her panties, feeling her ass with each slap? Was he thinking of putting that big cock into her little. They kissed, they talked. On and on and on. Sarah was really bored; they really were dumb, their conversation made her want to yawn. But there she was unable to say anything with this stupid gag in her mouth. They sat down and talked for hours, occasionally stroking Sarah. But then Sarah realised she needed to pee. What could she do? She couldn?t wet herself even if being led to the toilets was embarrassing. She began to pull on her leash nodding towards a nearby building which contained.