, Simon. Can you see it in your mind?Her glasses even fogged up from the heat of my slit.She lapped up my juices straight from between my thick cunt l...ps. Her wholechin was wet and shiny from my juicesThen I turned around and got on my hands and knees, looking backwards. Isupported my body on my elbows, and Cindy was hanging over my ass with herface in a way that enables you to see her face as well as my butt, Simon.And while Cindy was looking you straight in the eye through those glasses. Lorraine stepped up behind him, but didn't say anything. He spoke again, in angry tones, "Hey, assholes, open the door so we can help her." She hadn't known the gender of the screamer, but the man had either had slightly better hearing, or was making a possibly unwarranted assumption. "Now, assholes, before I kick it down."The door slid open, and the man strode in, glancing over his shoulder briefly at Lorraine as if to encourage her to join him. As he stepped into the room, the anger left his. He said that he had an erection for a week but had avoided using it so I asked him to get it out in the kitchen where we were. He wasn't joking - it stood out like a tent pole and the most slight of touches got it twitching and bouncing about. I said that he needed to offload that quickly if we were going to have an enjoyable and lengthy session particularly as I like playing with his foreskin and there was little chance of it with it in that state. I suggested to him that I should wank him off. Then Miss Mara stepped a pace or two back... and, as she stepped forward, the birch came slashing down once more.Julia closed her eyes to the terrifying scene. She slumped down so that the iron collar bit cruelly into her neck. She couldn’t bear i ... she couldn’t!But though she did not look, she could not stop herself hearing.Again and again... at rhythmic intervals... there came the deadly hissing-whistle of the birch slivers... theslashing sound of them across naked flesh... the agonised.