I chose that neutral expression, a countenance not revealed in public. Dusky eyed, painted lips, veiled behind a curtain of chestnut tresses. An ex-...oyfriend said it would be better to smile, or risk looking like a disinterested whore.Amy drank wine in the nervous pauses, one glass and then another. What we did remained unsaid.Finding common ground, our conversation disarmed her reticence. My air of detachment roused her curiosity, now she steered our exchange. The longer it remained. This went on for a little while as I continued to lightly suck Robert's cock. She could tell I was getting used to the sensation, so she started working the vibrator and she was moving it around gently trying to gauge my reactions to different angles. Robert decided to go help her out. He went down and took over oral duty sucking on my cock with much more energy than Lisa was, while she started working the vibe pretty vigorously until she found my prostate...I gasped...I think I said "Oh my. He skidded to a stop, just feet from her, as the outer door of the airlock sealed."Are you alright?" he said.She closed her thighs and pushed the dress down, drawing his eyes. He hadn't missed the blush on her pink cheeks or the lovely joining of her white thighs. Antje's entire face turned red as her dress.Pulling herself up on the pole, she composed herself. "You just trapped yourself with me."Seeing the closed door, he backed up to the motion sensor and waved his hand. Nothing happened."I. She was begging for mercy, although her words were incoherent behind her sobs. The twelfth landed and she was halfway. Her buttocks were red, speckled with blood, with deeper wheals just to the outside centre of each cheek where the tips of the birches had really bitten. There was no respite. They took up fresh birches, although there was little evidence of wear on the first pair. The lashes, delivered slowly, methodically, continued. Her screams reached a new pitch, her pleas for mercy became.