I felt like the dirtiest slut waking up every morning with panties soaked from the imaginary fucking in every position and place that I would get 3 or...4 nights in a week. If this was what he did to me in my dreams what the hell would he do to me in person??? I had to have him. It was a required need. I began to wear provocative tank tops that showed the curve of my heaving breasts, shorts that would entice him into looking directly at the forms of the fabric clinging to the pussy that so badly. He flicked the whip in the air a few times to get the feel of it and as I listened to the sound it made I could not help but notice that my pussy was beginning to lubricate the bar between my legs. I was daydreaming and thinking of the pressure on my clit when the first stroke struck my back, then 2,3,4 quickly he whipped my back from left to right as he stood directly behind me. The whipped made a high pitched swish through the air and a light tick sound as it struck me back, at first it felt. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and I really wanted to feel it inside of me. I moved my hands to his front and started massaging him through his trousers. I quickly undid his belt and trousers and pulled them down, taking his underpants with them. His cock stood out proud and I closed my hand round it, marvelling at the hardness.I started stroking his length before dropping to my knees and running my tongue over his end. He shook slightly as I closed my lips over him and gave him. “Wish we had those lights,” Angie commented, “the bits that aren’t in the sun are so dark you can hardly see anything.”“We can do some adjustments in software,” I said,”but they should be here by Wednesday. Anyway we’re just playing around aren’t we?”“The sound isn’t that great either,” Christina complained, “you can hear when we change our grip on the cameras and the sounds we do want are too quiet.”“How much are proper microphones?” asked Angie, “you can get directional ones can’t you, and.