.. The eleventh stroke was placed heavily across the tops of her buttocks.........andshe responded.... "Eleven, Master. Thank you, Master" I immediate...y applied the next stroke, swinging from my shoulder down andcausing the strands to curl between her spread legs and land on the tethereddildo..........and she whimpered..... "Twelve, Master. Thank you, Master" I waited a full minute, letting her anticipate the next stroke, watchingher writhe in her bondage. I then whipped her just below the left. So, here I am."She steps into the shower, slips her arms around my waist, and pulls me close to her."That feels a lot like a hard cock, right there", she says, and kisses me. The water runs off my face, and into our mouths as I break from the kiss and begin to lick and kiss her cheeks. She turns around, suddenly bold, pushing her arse towards me."Fuck me."I grab her little tits, and try to aim for her cunt. But my cock bounces up and pushes against her arsehole instead."Oh babe, you can fuck me. Outside, the paving slabs were cold to my feet and I stepped onto the lawn. The grass was still damp with morning dew and my feet were now cold and wet. A pale sun had risen but the day was still chilly as I scrolled to GR and pressed the call button. I heard only one ring and then a breathless, husky voice, “Oh, thank God, Richard. Thanks for calling. Where are you?” “I’m at home. I’ve just got up and… ” “You got my text,” Gaynor cut in. “Is it safe for you to talk there? I mean, where’s. You are, so I have heard, a lesbian?’ The juxtaposition of the flattery and the impertinent statement threw me momentarily. Flattery works for a journalist just as much as anyone else but we are supposed to be hard headed and resistant. I ignored her question and thanked her for the compliment. ‘Please, follow me.’ Polite though the words were, there was also a command in them. I followed. As we passed a table she took my empty glass and placed it then took my hand and led me down a stairway..