If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me....n his hands, the whip.Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the whip. Hanging from the beam, spread eagled, I tremble, and I start crying. I cannot contain my tears. The anticipation, the fear, the tension of these past few days, since Paul told me "You have an appointment with Mr. Marshall on Thursday" have caught up with me, on. My lips felt so dry. But my nipples were hard and jolts of sexual electricity sparked through them as they rubbed against the warm sheets. And my pussy was moist and the sheet soaking up my spreading wetness. Ring. Ring. ‘Hello’. And my breathing stopped. A whisper of ‘Hi’ was all that came out. This was greeted with laughter, and all of a sudden I relaxed. And breathed deeply. Great! I sounded like a 1-900 number. Which, under the circumstances, maybe was not off the mark. ‘Hello’ again.. Itdidn't have to be much, a change in her hair, a different outfit, a pieceof jewelry, some little something she was doing differently. He only had todo it once each day. When she knew he cared enough to notice, she relaxedand became less needy. She was completely hooked inside of a month andwould do anything to please him. When he took her hand in his, shepositively floated. She was his girl right through graduation." Beth dumpeda small can of albacore in with the large can of light tuna."So. There was so much liquid. I placed my hand down my pants and began to stoke my dick though my boxers. My mom finally pulled off of Ryan revealing his massive cock. I retreated back into the darken hallway fearful that they might see me. Seconds later, I poked my head back into the room and found her sucking his massive cock. I never knew he was so well endowed. She began to suck his cock with such intensity. I finally felt vulnerable...like they might spot me. I also began to question myself,.