He was standing still, breathing slowly, getting his bearings. i heard myself begging him not to hit me again. The painslut in me was wide eyed and ex...ited, craving it, screaming for it but my instincts won out and my voice was begging him to stop. The man with the whip coiled it again and adjusted his stance. i saw his arm swing behind him then come around and i felt the whip slice sideways across the bottom of my titties. i struggled and wrestled but my body was on fire. i came after the. "Danielle smiled, leaning in for a repeat of their coupling, their passion building with each deep moan. Veronica's hands released Danielle's breasts and slipped around her back pulling Danielle closer to her. Their breasts meshed together as Danielle slipped her arms around Veronica. Their kissing and massaging continued for a bit until Danielle paused and suggested they dry off and go to her bedroom where they would be more comfortable. Veronica agreed, releasing her new lover and stepping. "When you have babies of your own, you'llunderstand." I'd never even considered the idea of having my ownbabies; the idea fascinated me. She caressed my cheek and slid her handdown my neck to finger my necklace. "You caught me by surprise is all. You look so beautiful, so grown up. It's not easy for a mother tosuddenly realize that her baby girl is all grown up." She smiled at me."And so sexy!" she whispered."Oh, Mommy!" I said, embarrassed. "I'm not grown up or sexy!" I knew Iwas lying. “Amorous fatigue” – yes, that was Gemma and me in spades by the time we had got back to her place and showered and changed. Neither of us felt like cooking, so Gemma phoned out for pizzas, and we sat at her kitchen table eating them with our fingers and drinking beer straight from the bottle. And in the middle of that, from out of the blue, the ghastliness of the past few days of destruction, death and despair, the strain of having had to be strong for others in the midst of it all, the.