He re-entered my mouth and continued the routine, before cumming onto my outstretched tongue.“Don’t move” he said, after a minute’s recovery. ...e stood and returned shortly with the leather whip that he’d earlier struck me with. I shivered with fear as he stroked my erect nipples with the tip of it. “Hm, are you going to be a good slut?” he asked quietly. “Yes” I said quickly…a little too quickly- I forgot something. I received a sharp slap to the nipple for my mistake.“Yes what?” he said,. ” I opened my mouth to protest but he raised a hand. “Rest. You still need it.”Smiling I started to undress. “Admit it. You just want to see me naked.” Grinning he sat down on the free chair. “Yes, but this way it doesn't sound too selfish.”I laughed, coughed again. Turning around to put my jumper and the shirt on the other chair I blurted out “Why did you come?” I sensed him move and turned towards him. “To see you – naked.” He smiled again, came nearer and reached out, undid the clasp of my. A longer thread d****d down from the keys and across the room to hang on the clock’s hour hand, well out of her reach once she had completed her self-immobilization. After looking over at the VCR, which showed the correct time, she set the clock to 2:00pm, knowing it would not release the thread until it passed the three. With its minute hand carefully cut off, the battery-powered wall clock not only would not display any visible movement (even if she would be in a position to look at it) but. The hot summer sun beat down on the interior of the car and he found himself thankful for the sudden breeze that shot through the open windows. He climbed in behind the wheel, shut his door and buckled his safety-belt. The drive back to the house would be short, he and Patches had bought two-hundred acres of farm land shortly after they got married, a loan from his father had made it possible. The church they both attended as kids and later were wedded in rose up to greet him. He thought of.