"You are so beautiful."The voice shook me out of the dream. A rush of shame entered my mind. Here I was looking at the woman I loved degrading herself...with the woman who was my best friend. Two victims caught in a web of humiliation, partly of my doing — forced to do things against their will.And I just watched."Myriam," I croaked. "Don't do this. I love you, honey. You don't have to do..." A hand cut off my words. It smelled of soap and tobacco.Myriam looked up. Her face turned my way. I saw. They insisted that she was attractive and guys would be interested. So far none seemed to be.I noticed her sitting alone again as I wandered through the bar. I was here often and enjoyed the crowds and the atmosphere, the pumping music and the never-ending parade of horny girls. I never understood why she was always alone as she was a very pretty girl as well as a funny and respectful person. I always enjoyed talking to her and decided to see how she was doing. I got two beers at the stand-up. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes, what?’ I demanded. ‘Yes, please, Julie,’ she said. I bent and kissed her, long and hard, my studded tongue probing deep into her mouth, my hands fondling her breasts with supreme gentleness, then I pulled away. ‘I’m going to hurt you now,’ I said, ‘if that’s what you want me to do?’ I wanted to hear her ask for it again. ‘Oh yes, hurt me, please, Julie, hurt me a lot,’ she said. I picked up the whip and tried out its feel, its satisfying ‘swish’ as its harsh thong flew. “No mam’” he saidSlowly, she crawled on the bed behind him. She pulled the throng aside and slowly began to lick his ass. She was licking slow gentle strokes as she reached around and played with his cock thru the thin silk material. His cock was very hard as she played with it and licked his puckered asshole. He moaned and groaned as his breathing became heavier. She knew that before long he would be coming before she was ready for him too. So she let go of his cock and stopped licking his.