I'll never talk."As the mask slipped over her eyes, I growled, "It is you who will be fucked, my pretty."I stepped away from her, shaking out the quir..., and getting myself ready mentally for what I was about to do. For the first time, I was about to whip someone for the pain, and not the pleasure. This was not gentle flogging designed to bring the recipient to several crashing orgasms. This was to be a whipping to inflict pain. Yes, it was what she wanted. I only hoped it was in me to provide. She had on a girdle type contraption that pushed her C cup breast up and onto a shelf for easy viewing by all. Likewise, she wore red stocking that had a built-in waist band and left her shaved pubic area and ass completely exposed. But most shocking and unexpected, she was barely able to walk, due to the ultra-high heeled hobble shoes that nearly pointed her toes like ballerina!!! They were strapped firmly around her ankles and lower calves with leather straps that locked the contraptions. Even before I could take a mouthful of air, the director jumped on the bed and readily rode my body!Me: Eiii… what are you…. I mean… please…I fumbled miserably due to my sexually stimulated state and the director took the fullest advantage of that!Mr. Mangeskar: Relax Anita! No need to panic! I will just do a demo for him. He is unable to grasp what I want from him. You just respond to my actions – that’s all! Pyaremohan-ji, you just follow my actions and see how I strip her more so that it. "Mom, why don't we catch some lunch?" Kristy asked."That sounds good, I'm starving. I know of a good place where your Dad and I go sometimes." Perfect."It took only five minutes to get to the small Italian restaurant and walking in we asked the waitress for a booth table. She put us in one which was at the back of the restaurant and we sat down side by side in a secluded booth. Pretty soon the waiter came up to take our drinks order. He was tall and young, I suspect about Kristy's age with blue.