After a few non-starts, I received a message from a black girl in her twenties, and after a photo exchange (she was hot) and a bit of chat, I asked if...she'd be comfortable coming over. She was! So we exchanged details, along with my address so that she could give it to a friend for safety and after a few false alarms (things happened) she was on her way. Arriving at my door in a long sexy coat, she gave me no clue what she was wearing below. I offered to take her coat, and she dropped it off. " It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked, swallowing slightly, her eyes never having moved away from my. .”The tingle that runs down Penny’s spine isn’t just chasing Missy’s finger. She’s afraid to roll over, afraid to shatter the tenuous illusion, afraid to find out that she doesn’t want to break it. “And? What do you think?”“You’re beautiful,” Missy repeats, and there’s a tremulous note of awe in her voice. “Can I – may I touch you?”“Of course, sweetie,” Penny says, and she keeps her eyes closed as she rolls over. She can feel the weight of her partner shifting on the bed and then a light touch. First, the paddling, then the whip again. I am sweating profusely. I know I can’t pass out or I will hang from the collar.After they finish with the inside of my thighs, another woman approaches with another short whip. She removes the alligator clip from one nipple. Oh, the pain!!! Then she begins to whip that nipple behind the ring. The whip wraps around the nipple with each stroke. Someone else tells her to be sure she doesn’t tear it off because then they won’t have anything to.