She was dressed in a loose linen pants suit, but I'm sure that all eyes were glued to the long snaking whip dangling from her hand. Facing the slaves ...t large, she raised her arm for silence. A slave directly opposite me, a young and arrogant looking man in his twenties, whistled at her in an obviously lewd manner. A nervous hush encompassed the room as we waited to see what this woman would do. Very calmly she walked right up to the man, raised her whip high, and with all her strength. With this temptress trying to break my self control I could feel the semen welling up my shaft waiting for a swift release all I could think was – I cannot hold on any longer she is breaking me- “miss may I please be released I would love to service you” with a crack my skin began to sting she had hit me across the nipple with the riding crop I provided, the sting was a brief and momentary distraction as she continued to jerk me off with one hand, while she was tracing the crop down my body. Her fine, blond hair was wet and drops of moisture glistened in the candle light catching the light rays and breaking the drops into prisms of all colors. She reached out taking my head and drew my mouth to her. Oh, my.I buried my face in her cunt. My hands went to her labia and spread them. My tongue was a piston licking in long sweeps up then down then up again. Susan was breathing hard and gently bucking her hips into my face. My hands moved to her belly then her thighs where I, again, felt. The cold, snowy days were driving her nuts. The days were short. The skies were dark. The winds were cold. Mike was no happier. Mike found himself thinking about the few weeks past he had spent with Shannon, dreaming especially intensely about her breasts. What he would give to be with her right now. He holding her, she touching him, the way only Shannon could.It was late, but suddenly the urge to call overcame Mike. But just as he reached for the phone, it rang. “Hello?” “Mike, it’s me..