"Susanne bravely bends over my lap indeed, where I sit at the terrace in the front of her small flowery garden.Susanne bravely hikes her tennis skirt ...p, revealing her white bums, which were never really kissed by the sun. Susanne first feels my left hand, rythmically switching from left to right in sets of six at each side. Next I caress.Susanne obediently gets up at her feet to fetch from her kitchen some useful utensils like a large wooden spoon.Susanne endures several stages of spanking:. With its ankles still shackled together, he grabbed its wrist and led it, hobbling, over to a gurney."Lay on this table, Fucktoy," Ned told it.Fucktoy lay on the table, naked except for the collar. Ned then shackled Fucktoy to the table by its wrists and ankles then strapped it down with several belts. He went over to one of his recently opened packages and removed some new implements. Then he returned to its side and pushed its head down sideways."Now, Fucktoy," he told it, "I'm going to mark. “My life was on a totally different track up until that snowstorm. That changed everything.”“For me, too,” I added. “You know I’m not religious, but I can’t help wondering if there isn’t some master plan that had our paths crossing during that blizzard and changing our courses.”“Or,” Andrea remarked, “maybe it is totally random -- a butterfly’s wings in Asia stirring up the atmosphere to grow into a storm that happens to hit us while we’re together. If that lightning bolt had hit that tree half. Emily bit on Abby’s lip and Abby held on to Emily as she came, her body shaking in her final throes of orgasm.This was the best sex that Emily had ever had. Emily blinked as she opened her eyes, the sun sending a dazzling ray through the gap in her curtains.She turned over and her hand touched something curved and smooth. She turned and kissed Abby softly on the face.“What day is it?” said Abby, through a yawn.“It’s Saturday. The day after my birthday.”“No lectures then?”Emily giggled.“No.