He was a virgin, and sexually naive. She had him at her mercy, under her seductive power. He waited for an answer, motionless and sweating. His heart...was pounding in his ears so loud he nearly missed it when she said, “I think you may be ready but before I can accept you as my partner you have to agree to my conditions first. You have to be willing to submit to me. You know what I require of my slaves.” Lee surrendered and stared down at the floor and answered, “Yes, Master Clara." Clara had. Never had she seen him so hot - not in the fifty or so times they had fucked together. His hips were working up at her with such youthful determination that her clitoris was blazing under the hammering of his pelvis. Her knees remained folded beneath her, and she clamped her nylon-covered thighs vise-like against his sides as she ground around in hot furious circles. The sweat flowed from her pores, staining her minidress as she struggled for her inevitable climax."Billy, Billy!" she cried in. It wasn’t just a beating now, but something worse she could only guess at. She thought she might be cut or burned! As she concentrated on keeping her cause alive with her silence, her back between her shoulder blades suddenly exploded with pain as a swishing sound filled the air. She had been lashed with a heavy flogger—a cat-o-nine tails, in fact. This particular whip was made of stout rubber electrical cords, with nine thick, long lashes on the end of a flexible braided handle. In the right. I moved into position at the entrance of Lynda’s enticing snatch, she was hairy but her wide lips parted easily enough, my knob end swelled as I entered her, I thrust all the way in and began even strokes, sliding in and out so easily. I lifted Lynda’s legs towards her shoulders to get more entrance, I dipped in and out several times. Sharon stopped to masturbate at our fucking, I fucked Lynda for ages, her orgasms washed over her and she creamed all over the place. Her heavy tits swaying to.