She watched my dick deflate and then began kissing my stomach, moving up to kiss my chest and lick my nipples. I groaned softly from the pleasure whic... caused her to re-double her efforts. She spent a good ten minutes kissing my chest and stomach, before she gently sucked me hard again.“Rubbers?” she asked.“In the nightstand drawer,” I said, pointing.She opened the drawer and laughed.She held up the tube of cherry lube.“Naughty boy! And what is THIS for?” she smirked.“Let me show you!” I. An hour had gone by, and Melissa hung bloody, looking like a piece of hamburger. She had recieved nearly 250 strokes of the bullwhip. It was now 3:00 am, and the sun would rise soon. The took her down, and left her on the floor. At 4:00 am, Melissa was commanded to stand up. She did so, and the crown of thorns was tied to her head, tight. "Pick up your cross". Melissa struggled, and did pick it up. It was the perfect size for her. She carried it out the door, and down the path.Melissa could now. Easing up the choking so she could catch her breath. My free hand moved to her bald snatch and started fingering her. Then I slapped her pussy. She cried and moaned. I grabbed her twat and lifted her body so she could put her feet on the bench. She spread her legs wide. My cock was able too get even deeper. I rubbed her clit hard and fast as my cock jackhammers into her tight sphincter. My grip tightened on her throat and she began squirting all over the table, her body convulsing in my arms. I. ” she suddenly said. “I don't want to pry into your, er, personal life with Aunty Joan but, well, to put it bluntly, you can certainly use that tongue of yours....such a technique! How did you learn that?” He looked at her, slightly shocked at the boldness of the question. “I think I know what you're getting at, and yes, you're right, there certainly wasn't much of a sex life with Joan” He paused. She sensed a confession. “I, er, got my coaching in that, er, skill from someone else.” “Mmm...now.