"I'll lean forward and you let him get a couple of breaths first and we will keep going". This carried on for what seemed an age until Janet obviously...orgasmed on my face and finally they both got off me. I was sobbing and unable to move, everything hurt, my shoulders, my neck, my jaw and most of all my stomach.Kathleen knelt down and Janet squatted on the bed, "Fuck me Janet look at the marks my heels have made on him, he is going to have some serious bruises soon". She pulled me up into a. 5 inches; however his technique is such that it made up in a vanilla way. Slowly he got the real picture that she had a few hang-ups about guilt. She had a few times asked him to chastise her, but she found that he could not manage to bring himself to hurt his beloved lady. Strangely in explaining her requirements, her wishes, her desires she showed him a video or two of bdsm, one featuring herself and he found it most stimulating, he she said has turned out to be a pain voyeur, loving pain. In contrast with the fast, rough pounding of the larger vine, the smaller one took its time, sliding into her until she was sure she could feel it in her stomach, then sliding out again, and back in, out, in, out…Her head still leaned back and her mouth still covered, she glanced at the flower. It was practically glowing in the moonlight. She wasn’t sure if it could really “see” her, but she gave it a pleading look as she reached out with her tongue to lick at the vine over her mouth. The. The suede jacket, I guessed, might not look too, too bad. If Igot moving now, with dawn just breaking, I might just make to my car withno one seeing. I pulled a curtain aside, to take a look outside.It was a quiet street, from the look of the apartments across the way, nottoo far from Granby St., towards downtown. Neat three-story brick, lawnsclipped close. Farther from the beach than where I'd started, but Ithought it might be walking distance, at a stretch. I wished I hadn't letmy supposed.