But by then, it was too late. The first stroke of the flogger full on her shaved cunt drew a horrifying cry of pain from her lips. Griff paused only...for a moment to enjoy her initial screams and then took up a hard and rhythmic beating of her exposed vulva. The screams alternated with crying and deep moans that seemed to issue from her soul.Her cunt turned first deep pink, and then red, and then developed streaks of purple on the round hill of her pussy mound. Griff stopped to inspect the. Only my tong and her nipples were connected between our body. I was doing it wildly she was sitting and kept her weight on her hands behind her. She was responding my wildness with sounds “Aaah aaa aaAa aaAa aaa Aaaaaaaaah” By the time I removed my pant and underwear with sucking. Then I stood in front of her and started to remove my shirt now. She was looking at my cock, erected very hard… I started to go back and set on the bed, threw my shirt on the chair lying near to her table. And invited. My mind is racing, he was certainly right that my cock was rock hard, and I was thinking about how turned-on I would get when watching fisting porn, and wondering what it would feel like with a fist in me. Without thinking I said, 'OK, you bastards, I'll give it a go, on condition that if I say stop, you fucking stop, right?''Of course I will, baby, I am not going to force you to do anything you don't want, and I am certainly not going to hurt you in anyway, I promise', says Tim.'OK then, let's. The Maitre'd spoke to Mark, calling him by his name, and showed us quickly to the booth that had been reserved for us. This puzzled me, how did he know my husbands name? We were brought a bottle of champagne before we could even speak to each other. The Steward poured a glass for Mark and then waited until he received approval to fill my glass. I lifted the glass gingerly, still feeling the affects of the three glasses of wine I had been able to finish in the short time we waited before.