He was silent and she couldnt see. She didnt count the seconds, but it felt like she hung there for hours, shaking with fear, anxiety, trepidation. Sh... barely breathed. The first crack of the whip sounded like lightening. It hadnt touched her skin, but she cried out anyway, her legs buckled under her and only the belt and the ropes on her wrists kept her from losing her footing. Still he didnt speak. Her stomach rolled with nerves and she hissed in sharp gasps. They mixed with whimpers as she. I was confused, crying and feeling strange. Now at this age I had experimented with masturbation. I knew that touching myself could feel good but I also suffered from youthful inexperience. I had no idea what an orgasm was and I had been warned by my parents that touching myself there was dirty. So I had never pressed the point and other than a general sense of feeling good when I touched myself there, I had not pursued this further. Aunt Clare must have noticed because I saw her. But this was not prep school. This was not her former boyfriend.She wanted him to stop, but he continued to lick her neck, his other free hand unbuttoning her blouse, the hand on her thigh moving closer to the mound between her legs, until it seemed that his entire body was on top of her, groping her from every angle. She wanted it to stop, and when she told him to let go, he merely whispered:“Shhh, darling. I know you like it.”“No,” she muttered.“Shhh. It feels good, I know it does.”She braced. "You! Yes you, your question?" Murray Degbok, Physics Journal!" that excited reporter proclaimed as he stood. 'What about when the flight is over, and the two ships are at sub-lightspeed again? I mean, relativistic effects have been proven, you can't just say they don't happen!" The two ships' clocks show what you would expect of any ship that took off from the Earth and followed that flight path, including having reached fifty-five percent of the speed of light relative to the Earth." Pina.