Jessie looked at me for an opinion. I shrugged to suggest she go ahead. Jessie got up and went to the ladies room I followed to the men's room. Jessie...asked if I was sure. I said it's still only flirting right. Jessie said I don't know if they think that. I returned to my barstool and a few moments later Jessie took her seat with the group of young men. It didn't take long before the guy sitting next to Jessie had his hand on her thigh. He was talking to Jessie who was trying to act amused.. He wanted to hurt me badly.”“I know that!” cried Nathan. “I couldn’t let him do that either!”“Then take the paint off of me, Nathan,” she said softly. “I can’t explain to you how I feel when you take away the paint, but I need you to do this for me ... please?”She pulled the shirt completely apart, baring her paint-smeared breasts and belly. The bite marks were vividly dark blue against the smooth brown of her flesh, and Nathan cringed, remembering his father’s teeth ... clamping ... biting .... " He pointed at the stage and the statuesque brunette just revealing her well rounded tits."Really," Jessica snorted a bit frustrated that Pete was looking at another woman while sitting with her, "and what does she have that I don't?"Pete looked her over. Normally this sort of lingering gaze traveling all over her body would make Jessica a bit uncomfortable, especially from someone like Pete, but she bore it well and made sure to smile when his gaze finally drifted past her full bosoms and met. "Thank you Sir for correcting me," I said.Then He started running the crop up and down the inside of my thighs and across my open pussy lips. I could feel the small leather tip brush across my clit. Then "snap" against my clit. I jumped as much as the restraints would allow. I know He enjoyed this because He snapped the crop a few more times."Please Sir," I begged, "no more Sir please." Why my pet," He asks."Sir I need to cum please Sir," I answered. "Please Sir I am begging You, please let me.