My pussy was on fire, throbbing.Lash after lash, he slapped my skin with his leather strap. He started at my upper back and worked his way down to my ...nkles. He turned me around and lashed my legs and my torso and my stomach and my chest. My skin was hot. Was I bleeding? Was this just sweat? I just knew I had heat radiating from every skin cell explosed to air. I don't know how long this went on but at last He threw down the leather strap and unhooked me.He bent me over a table in the corner of. Speaking of which, I mentioned in my last story that during that encounter, I was fucked raw. While he didn’t come inside me (I swallowed his tasty load), it still brought me back to reality. I knew I needed to be at least a little more careful with my activities. Given that encounter, I decided that I needed to make sure that everything was good, health wise. I waited 30 days and then anonymously got a blood/urine screen to confirm I was totally clean. Please send me a note if you have any. Prahlad took me to my place and helped me to go to my room and then made a cup of tea to reduce the effect of alcohol. I started to feel better and in a few hours I was all good and we were talking about his family and my loneliness. I told him how father of the church found me, raised me and sent me to school and then college. Prahlad was looking at me the whole time, sometime with a smile, with his eyebrows going up and down and sometime with a serious face. I realized that I was falling for. "Kennedy," Marian started to say. Kennedy craned around to look at the older woman. "Can I ask a question?" That has to mean it's personal. Sure, if you want." When I first started rowing with you, Mr. van ter Horst called me in and talked to me. About how this was dangerous, that your father is super-rich and that more than once men have come for you. That once a whole lot of people got hurt." Two people got hurt," Kennedy said, trying not to sound bitter. "Eleven people got dead, not counting.