His finger just grazes her lips, a featherlight touch through the soaking wetness that’s spread down her thighs while they’ve been teasing each ot...er. She catches his eye as he removes his finger and watches him suck it into his mouth with a grin before he steps away from the bed and settles into the velvet chair that sits alongside it.She can’t help but smile back, even while whining her frustration at him, they’ve been waiting for a year for this but still they both know that the tease of. “Home work not going too well – need a break!”“Come and watch Eastenders with us” her mum said. While her dad tried to be more helpful “Anything I can help you with?”“Sure…” she joked: “Geography: Have you ever been out of Grimbsby, dad?”“Sure…. It’s North Yorkshire I’ve never been out of.” He replied.That is where I decided I loved that girl! I carried on humping her slowly. Occasionally I would throw in the odd deep, hard thrust, just to shock her. She tried to conceal her rasping, gasps by. Mrs Cashmore stopped whippingAnthony and looked over at me. I nodded to her that I was ok.Tears filled my eyes and my heavy mascara began to run as Steven laid tenlashes into my buttocks. The intensity of the pain was such that Icouldn't do or think of anything to ignore it. The suffering and agonyconsumed me as the cane ripped into my buttocks, tormenting me as Iwrithed on the cross.Then Steven stopped and I sagged against my bonds. My buttocks burnedand slowly the pain began to dissipate. There is a stir behind you and silence spreading outward from the entryway. The people you are with start looking behind you trying to see what has caused the disturbance in the atmosphere of the bar. You noticing the reaction of your friends and then the reaction of the crowd spikes your curiosity and a jolt of adrenaline floods your body at the out of character response everyone is exhibiting. You turn, your shirt flaring exposing more of your skin and displaying your tattoos even better.Your.