You moan in frustration, complaining to her pussy about the unfairness, as the flogger comes down harshly onto your arse. Your arse is burning now, an... you can barely move your tongue any more, nodding your head furiously to force her closer to an orgasm you’re not sure We’ll allow. She gasps desperately for air and screams “Can I come?!!” loudly. As soon as she’s said it you hear her breath quiet again as I grasp her neck, and He replies “Yes”. She bucks instantly, silently spasming and. As we drove along the streets of the depressed downtown area, we came to an area with lots of bars. Bernard pulled into an alley between two bars and honked his horn. "Get out!" he commanded. I got out of the car and waited for whatever would happen next. As Bernard got out of the car, two side doors opened. It looked like they both belonged to bars on opposite sides of the alley. The men exchanged greetings with Bernard. "So this is the little slut you think I might want to rent for a night?". I would never consider such a thing. My husband loved and respected you too much for me to even go that route.”I tilted my head up and knitted my brows, “Excuse me? I’m sorry; I believe you have the wrong person.”“No, it’s okay. He would always be so happy when he was going to see you. And when he came home after, he would beam.” Her eyes glistened and a tear fell accompanied by a sniffle.“I… I didn’t know.” A lump formed in my throat and my eyes burned.“Yes.” She wiped the tear away. “I was so. I wasn’t the type of save money for a rainy day and within two months I had serious cash problems. No longer could I afford my Manhattan luxury apartment. I needed help. Mom and Dad weren't an option, so I went to the only person I trusted - my big sister Janice.Janice was seven years my senior. She always seemed to have it going on. A skinny blonde woman of Cosmopolitan tastes, Janice had married at a very young age to a rich investment banker. For several years they lived in NYC. They.