I wriggle and moan under Miss Tigresspalm's whip. 'Are you yowling?", she shouts. "Well, I'll teach you, disobedient pig!”Crack! Crack! Crack! It hu...ts like hell. My tears start coming. I am sobbing loudly. But i try to be humble and thank for the punishment. "Thank you for the well deserved punishment, deeply respected Miss”, this would be my text, but what i am able to moan is just about "Than... blublublub... wensed pu... blublublub... resmiss..."Tigresspalm kicks me in the ribs. "Speak up,. "He increased his pace obligingly and my squeals once again became sobs of sheer pleasure. I could feel every vein, every little ridge of his cock, I could feel the difference between the smooth, skin free dome and the mottled skin of his shaft.I sat upright and felt it banging deep in my rectum. I felt full up but it was an incredible feeling. The sweat was dripping from me as he pounded me. Then I felt the familiar tightness in my loins that told me I was about to cum.Every bone in my body. But I had begun to like her so much that I would never be a bad guy toward her so I skipped all naughty thoughts about her during the evening.We had a pleasant evening at the bar. Mariette was a good singer and got a long applause after singing a song together with the piano player. However, as we had important work to do the next day, we called it a night rather early. Of course, we did it in separate rooms.At breakfast she thanked me for the promotion and for a pleasant evening. Once again we. As she starts to lick the head of my cock like a lollipop they get even tighter. “Christine, I’m sure that you could always take care of yourself whether I’m here or not,” I banter her just a little.“Sure I could, but it’s always more fun with you here. More fun yet when your head is in the game.” With that she drops back down fully on the head of my dick. I love her sense of humor. It always seems to work out in my favor. And with her, I always win in the end. She plummets right to the.