I can assure you that, while one is being whipped, one prays for the release of death.However, it is a release never vouchsaved one.Oh the devils... t...e devils... who rule Barbaria, and it is the women who are the worst. By far the worst. They shame my own sex. They are evil beyond anything I could have previously possibly envisaged. Monsters! Monsters!Oh how can I endure such an existence of such utter shame and horror?And of such agonising pains?But what alternative is there for me?The escape. "This," she said, rocking her hips and rubbing the gusset of her panties on his hardening cock. That finished the job, and suddenly he was ready for the real thing."Amanda!" he warned her."It's just rubbing, Daddy," she said. "And it feels so good. I just know I could cum this way." I thought you wanted me to rub you with my fingers," he choked."I do, but this is just as good." She rubbed faster. "Maybe even better." I don't know," he groaned. "I don't think this is a good idea." Too late," she. Charlotte felt her knees go weak and she was afraid she might fall, but he wasn't about to let that happen. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him. She never felt more safe or secure. After a few long wonderful moments, he broke the kiss, leaving her gasping for air and completely owned."Oh, Sir!" Charlotte exclaimed when she had caught her breath."Okay that's the first thing we need to discuss," he said taking her hand and leading her to the chair in front of his desk.. I did contact a friend in the area and we made plans for the following evening. I ordered a pizza later, got the same delivery guy and tipped him the usual way. Between the trip and the fuck I really didn’t want touched, my entire body was like one big exposed nerve.Monday, following a weekend of great BBC, I decided to try the girdle with the short legs. It was a short day and all in the country; if I had to get the plug out, there were a lot of places to pull off the road and go into the.