Now, I've been whipped before. It can be fun. Have you ever tried it? No? Um, OK, sorry. I know we're talking about me, not you.The loosening I'd felt...earlier turned into lassitude when Harry came over with the whisk. I knew what was coming. I fought it, sort of, but at the same time I didn't want to fight it. I know that doesn't make any sense. The not wanting to fight was winning and I felt kind of dreamy in a good way, an exciting way. I was anticipating something good, and I felt my nipples. Jack realizes what I'm thinking and agrees, "Yeah, you lose track of time when you're fighting a big battle."I'm worried as hell that Zarika will have bled out by now so when I get over there I see Yasmeen is doing a hell of a job putting pressure on her arm. The bandage is bloody as hell but I'm relieved when I notice Zarika's chest moving.Yasmeen looks at me and says, "Jennifer Lady, Zarika need big help, she need doctor."I get ready to answer when I hear a noise behind me. Don't tell me the. She’d never understand why her son wanted to lay down on his bed in the middle of the afternoon and when on that bed, rub himself on the mattress until his dick explodes that milky white goo into his sock. No. His mother would never understand that her son liked to play with himself while he pictured himself fucking his new Social Studies teacher.The next day at school, the intensity of his feelings for Mrs. Criscola was kicked up a notch. And it was made that way because he neglected to do. ”“Talk about what?”“About your feelings of what you saw morning, I guess. Tell me honestly, Roger, what do you think of me after all that? Do you think I’m a slut or sex crazy tramp? I mean, surely your opinion of me has changed. I want to know exactly where I stand in your mind. Do you still want to be with me as the girlfriend you knew before today or am I just a ‘piece of ass’ as the boys at school say? I couldn’t bear it if you thought of me in that way.”“My dear June. We do need to talk. I.