They stairs must befollowing a row of narrow windows that she noticed before. He pushed her on and she heardwood resound under her heels. She flinched...as he gripped her ass cheek andyelped as he shoved a butt plug unceremoniously in her ass. It was unlubed. ?You will now earn every stepof the way up. A bitch has to work for her way to the top.? She heard the soft then sharpwhisper of the flogger. It echoed in the lighthouse as it connected with herbareness. ?Move on, bitch. And keepmoving.?. I gently coughed after I passed the menu off to him and looked back to Snow. I tilted my head as I looked over him, spending a minute thinking about things. Some part of my mind felt like I might be rushing things a little. At least, when it came to my own feelings. We hadn’t really committed to anything but a possibility at this point. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself here. I still barely knew this guy. Well, it was far beyond time to fix that. ‘Alright, Snow. Time to talk,’ I said. He. My wife often takes the subway when attending seminars in the city. She says that fondling of women takes place constantly, but unless it gets out of hand or if there's no police around, then most women simply endure it and chock it up to everyday life and let it go. I have told my wife that the thought of strange men touching her legs and *** and even her **** without her permission is wrong, yet I tell her that the thought of her being touched like that excites me. My wife has told me of many. I gave the crotch a quick sniff, a reminder of how she smelled yet a tease to myself as how she might taste, since up to then the only part of me I had actually had inside of her was my fingers.Standing up, still holding her panties, I took a quick look around the yard, remembering how much she enjoyed it and called for her. “Shelly? Shelly? Where are you?”“Over here, Tom, by the waterfall.”Shading my eyes I looked over and saw her bent over the flower bed, her ass jutting out so invitingly and.