She had never talked like this in the 5 or so years I had known her. I guess the wine was effecting her too. “Oh dear, I have shocked you haven’t ...” she said and sat beside me on the couch and put her arm around me “I didn’t mean to. I am just worried about you”. She changed the subject and things settled down. Finally I headed home and sat alone in my lounge room but her words kept spinning around in my head. Was I really sexually frustrated? I hadn’t had solo sex, as I called it, since before. Then…there it isagain…the pain comes again! This time I feel the many strands of a floggeras the strike my ass wrapping it's tendrils around my ass and legs, fallingacross my back. It seems to go on forever. He is putting all His strength intoeach blow, painting the whole back of my body red with fire. Surely my bodymust be bloody and swollen. When it seems I can take no more He finally stops.All my moving has caused such a terrible pain in my tits and nipples as thecruel clamps have pulled my. Your finger starts spreading your own lips and running them up and down. Your hand moves back and in slide one, two, three fingers. In and out, in and out, faster and faster until you groan. Then you move to your swollen clit. You open your lips and let me see it clearly. Your finger grazes it, lightly, but I could see it quiver. Your finger unable to control itself starts to rub and circle as your breath quickens. Your moans start slow but soon they are continuous. Just before your orgasm you. Suppose Tom was a killer? Suppose he became violent and beat her? Suppose he fucked her and abandoned her in the wood? How could she get home when she didn’t know where she was?These were some of the thoughts that flashed through Marie’s mind as she saw that they were approaching the wood. However, she tried to remain calm and reminded herself that she had often been with strange men in their hotel rooms in Dubai and she had never had any problems. Even when she had been the object of the.