She tried to drop her eyes, but I pulled her hair, and she looked at me again. Honesty, Tanya, remember? Can you honestly take more? Yes, Master. It ...urts like a son-of-a-bitch, but it feels so good. Fuck me, I whispered, and then I kissed her hard, tasting the blood from her lip. I released her hair and picked up the cane from the table. I was determined that by the time I was done with it, she would safe word. I walked in front of her and laid a quick, brutal stripe across both breasts,. When an older man came out of his condo in a swim suit and towel and asked if we mind if he joins us. Brandy said sure and I could tell he was very interested in Brandy. Thinking back he looked to be in his late 40s.He was starring at Brandy and telling her how cute she looks making small talk asking her about school and what music she likes.Brandy was excited that an older man was showing interest in her.His flirting was getting more and more aggressive. Brushing lightly up against Brandy's. I just nodded in agreement and called Don to let him know that I wouldn't be home until late and he seemed ok with that. He told me to open the box and get dressed for our date. As I opened the box I still couldn't believe what I was doing and how I was behaving. I looked into the box and saw a short zebra striped skirt with a black sleeveless shirt that had a deep plunging neckline.Jon then told me to stand up. I did and he helped me out of my jacket and then he pulled my skirt down. He handed. I was struck by the fact that so much of our intimacy was extreme. We had found time for little of the usual kissing and petting. Even then, we had no time. The limo had already pulled up to the restaurant. George opened the door, and I helped Sheila from the car, taking care that the doorman did not get flashed.This was going to be an interesting experience. Harderidge House was a genuine 1920s speakeasy, which undoubtedly influenced Sheila's choice of costume. Such dress-up was not uncommon..