..delicious. Jasmine was a completely different person than what I'd become used to, too. Instead of the little hellcat vixen I'd been acquainted with...she had become the shy, demure assistant to Sandra's rich widow that her part called for. Her hair was in a shorter, curly, I guess you call it a bob, that laid on her neck and shoulders. Her plain dress was a soft gray that couldn't disguise her charms but muted them some. She wore a pair of black shoes that looked a little heavy but just what. But well it was becoming a bit of monotonous so we decided to change things a bit.We are together for not even one year maybe. But still, we have this great understanding going on between us. We understood each other’s intention like anything. So this is how things started. I was lying down beside her, drained out after almost four rounds of terrific sex.We were cuddling and caressing each other. My hands softly caressed her hair while the other kept on circling her boobs and nipples, pinching. * I was about halfway back from my afternoon class at the engineering mall when the clouds burst. Heavy, round drops splattered on the sidewalk in front of me and I could hear them impacting, with surprisingly loud ‘tings,’ on the metallic surfaces of cars around me. A few seconds later, I felt the first wet chill of moisture spreading across my scalp. Great, I thought. Spectacular. With another ten minutes left between me and the apartment, and no convenient places between there and my current. Each strand left it's imprint on Janet's figure, with the knot leaving a red welt. In spite of her best efforts, Janet soon found that she was crying. Not out of pain, but rather out of joy. She was aroused and excited by everything that had happened to her tonight, and she loved being disciplined by Andrea.It was true what she had heard from Mistress Erica. She enjoyed being a slave girl, no matter who kept her in chains and yielded the whip!The cat left several marks where the whip and crop.