So Jason, you owe me and you can start paying me back tonight. Be at this address at 9pm and don’t be late. Come by taxi. I don’t want your crappp... car parked outside my apartment and you may not be fit to drive home by the time we’re done.’Jason pocketed the card bearing Amanda’s address and considered what her last remark might mean. Perhaps he might be a bit tipsy after enjoying some of Amanda’s wine collection or maybe exhausted after a night of hectic sex. Maybe a combination of both.. When she walks out I call her in my room. She comes in and ask what I want. I stick my fingers up her and she tightens up. I finger her and feel the thick lube she just worked up. She reaches under the covers and grabs my cock. She knows what it looks like. She hid out and watched me fuck her husbands sister few times. She tossed the covers back and climbs on me. She is thin women (poor family who lives like shit). She is nice and tight and I feel her cervix. She works her self forward and. “Come here,” he beckoned. “Come right here.”He spoke as if chastising a dog who’d chewed the sofa or a child who’d drawn on the TV screen. Shaking, I obediently descended a step, then another.“Stop there,” he said almost in a whisper and I halted halfway down the stairs. “Look.” I followed his gaze to the wall. “You’ve used matt paint on the walls,” he snarled. “Matt’s for ceilings, silk’s for walls. Silk. Fucking silk.”Was that all? I felt the life sucked out of me. Nothing I did was ever. Lucy was crying in genuine agony but she was also so turned on by the flogging. The arrangement the first time was for Hilary to leave as soon as she had administered the thrashing, in part because Mary was waiting to comfort Lucy, but no such arrangement had been agreed this time.Hilary stood back and placed the cane on a chair but she now realised how sexually excited she was. She did not know what would happen next but the way that she felt, she was up for anything.Lucy, with the knickers.