..but she took the clams and attached them as far up my shaft as they would go...so that as I got even harder, they pulled and pinched my tender skin ...ll the more. Then she looked me in the eyes: "I would normally gag my slaves, but I really want to hear your screams of torment and cries for mercy."Suddenly, she brought the whip down repeatedly on my dick. It hurt more than anything yet and I really yelled out for the first time. She did this a number of times, intermittently lifting my hard. One of my professors, a young guy who I admired, wore summer suits of khaki. He drove a new Jaguar sedan and seemed real Ivy League. He was the guy who would eventually talk me into quitting college and going to discover myself in the school of hard knocks. He never did himself, the turkey, but Uncle Sam got me before his ideology did and I was Army bound. But anyway.I had to go into school with wet pants I couldn’t see behind me to discover just how bad it was. Here I was fearing meeting Linda. She soon slid across the top of his thighs to kiss mine and slide her face up to my pussy. I cocked my leg up to give her fully open access and soon had her tongue slithering over my lips, swirling on my clit and her tongue poking into my hole. I was flooding and she was sucking down everything I leaked. Big long licks from my clit to my hole soon extended past and slurped right over my arse hole. This brought back instant memories of my last lesbian encounter involving arse licking and I had. Maybe she had to whizz. Aldan went down off the porch and looked around, whistling and calling. If she had been close by she would have come trotting up. A tiger-striped cat darted across the flat grass. The sun was lowering in the gray sky but there were a few hours of daylight left. Aldan headed off towards the hill and whistled a few times, looking this way and that. Maybe at some point Susie had decided to go with them up over the hill and into the fields. At some point they had missed each.