In the six years that she’d worked for Miss Lorraine, she’d lain with more men than she could ever even begin to count. Most were nice enough but ...t was always clear that she was there for one thing only, to satisfy them in whatever manner they desired since they were plunking down their hard earned cash for the privilege. But there were a few who were as interested in giving her pleasure as well as seeking it out and Luke Morgan was at the top of that list. He never failed to treat her with. When these silver coins were counted, we found that we had come up with a total of 20,310 silvers, and that was a veritable fortune, no matter how one looked at it.Uh-oh, now that the amateurs had gone home, the pros were left to take us on. Surely, they were not only after recovering the money that they believed belonged to them, but they wanted loot and revenge. All of us were going to die very painfully if we could not fight off what had to be close to 6,000 very determined. Heading home he tells me I should have known I’d lose, I still pout at him. He kisses my pouting lips, and tells me I look sexy as hell when I pout, which makes me blush. Our lips meet again, and it’s as though I’m addicted to his lips. I can’t get enough of them on mine. My own personal drug. The way he kisses me, seems as though he feels the same. We stand there in my room, kissing deeply, my arms around him, his resting on my hips. I can’t help but want more now. I feel his hands move from. There is a sting, a slow pain occurring as I hear myself being whipped from my legs up! I can feel the 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 before you ask again: "Do you want what is next?" No.