"My slut" "My ass" Each little phrase punctuated with a flick from the crop. I was starting to not feel it anymore but he kept on, over and over. I wa... so close, my heart was pounding in my ears, my ass throbbing around the toy, my pussy soaking my finger through the glove."Harder, please" Did that come from me? Yup! I was begging Slick to hit me harder with the crop. My body felt so alive, I was so deep, overwhelmed. I think it may have been one of the few times I was lost in deep subspace. I. ." I'm fine ... just tired ... I didn't sleep very well." I replied.We had planned to go out shopping for clothes, which normally I love doing, but I was nervous and brittle all morning, and I could feel Sarah's disappointment. Thankfully, she didn't pester or pout as I expected. At lunchtime, we walked into town, and as we sat over coffee and beefburgers at the Wimpy Bar, she looked at me, dark eyes full of concern."Are you angry with me because I jumped on you yesterday? Did I really hurt. That you could predict such different interpretations from such a subtle difference in wording was gratifying. I had been looking to pursue a career in which I could influence the course of events, though I had no idea what course of events I hoped to influence. Trying out some of the tools of the trade was exhilarating. ‘Oh, and just how would I go about doing them justice?’ Success! Though he was being sarcastic, he was talking about it and permitting further discussion. My experience told me. Becky, try it on for Alex." She picked up the dress from the bed and I helped her slide it back on. Teasingly I asked Alex, "Like it so far? Hope you won't be jealous having all your bowling buddies gawking at her." Alex looked very pleased watching me zip up the back of Becky then watched her model it for him as she walked around the room. Becky returned to where I was standing and got behind me and slid her hands around my hips and then up in front of me to my breasts. Looking over my.