Well, actually, again I can't tell which is which. There is a sting, a slow pain occurring as I hear myself being whipped from my legs up! I can feel ...he reddening of my skin. I feel it swelling with whelps, as I'm whipped continuously, from my toes to my tits. As my tits are hit, my screams become defined. That is pure pain!Yet, each slap causes my cunt to drip. It drips, and as each smack is delayed, I can feel each one intensify. I lay moaning, wanting more. Needing more. Its only a moment. "Come on over here. Drink our host's good brown ale, and hear my tale."His own mug was as empty as his pockets. Slypher shrugged his acquiescence and reluctantly crossed to Arcbant's table, his soft half boots making no sound on the littered floor. He perched on the end of a wooden bench, uncomfortably aware of being where unfriendly eyes could see his back."You have need of a Thief?" His voice would not have reached across the room even if it had been quiet in Borulph's tavern, it was never. He put a condom on, we never had sex without a condom because I didn't want to. My mom always told me to had safe sex and I followed her advice.I laid with my stomach up, and he got between my legs. He started rubbing his penis on my vagina to tease me, and finally put it in. It was really hot, his body humping against mine, feeling his penis in and out of me was really hot. I loved touching his body while we were having sex, feeling his muscles getting more tense and tense as he was getting. It was after two o'clock that afternoon before I had gotten up the nerve to call the house. The answering machine picked up on the fifth ring and I left a message for Fred to call me and I gave Carol's phone number. I just hoped that Fred would call.Later in the afternoon as Carol and I were talking the phone rang and Carol answered it."Who should I say is calling?" Carol said.Carol held out the phone to me and said, "It's Fred." Where have you been?" I asked. "I have been calling all day." Not.