And I gave myself to her in return. The image of her was so vivid, despite the fact that we'd never been so intimate together. Our sexual experience o... each other was limited to the one hurried blowjob in the shower that morning. Nevertheless, I could see, feel, smell, hear, and taste everything about her and I together, as if we'd been making love for all of infinity.When Stewart told us to close our eyes and focus on our breathing and the tactile sensation of our partner's hands on our own, I. I replied with “yes sir, thank you sir, I really appreciate this”. As he pulled into the motel lot, he talked into the radio and said he was clear and was going to lunch or taking a break or something like that. He pulled up and parked by the stairs, turned the car off and faced me, “Lisa, do you need help getting upstairs”. I said I thought I was ok. He said, “you thought you were ok to drive too”. He held onto me as I slowly made my way up the staircase, his arm around my waist. “I just want. I looked curiously at Lorenzo and asked if I had heard correctly and what that was all about. He laughed and replied that the “whipping of the Wenches” was every ones favourite event, 2 young girls volunteer every year to be displayed on a stage in the Town Centre and whipped with a light whip. He went on to describe how they would be tied up, their clothes ripped open just enough to protect their modesty and they would pretend and act like they were really being whipped. He assured me that not. I thought I smelled beer on his breath when he went past but he wasn’t drunk. I guess he drank just enough to work up some courage. I shut my door and he started talking about that night at the Gasthaus and how upset he was. He had come to demand an apology.I swear I don’t know what happened. As I said, I wasn’t all that drunk this time. Maybe it was just that he sounded so god damn whiney. All I know is that I pushed him back down on his knees. He hardly struggled at all as I pushed my shorts.