He hooked the end to the post and pulled my arm roughly up and stretched tight, then did the other arm. my upper body started to scream with the tensi...n. now my ankles, legs spread wide but my arms carried the weight. next he shoved the bandanna gag into my mouth and tied it tightly. it felt like forever before i felt, very softly, the strips of the flog tickle my tit...slide over my stomach...my ass. then there was 2 gently teasing my skin making me purr against the gag. then..whack on my. He waited a few minutes and rang again and then again. When the third ring brought no answer, he figured that no one was home. He turned to leave and started to walk down the marble steps when the door opened."Ryan... what are you doing here?" Ms. Baker called before adding, "Mrs. Billings isn't home."Ryan stopped and turned around. A big smile crossed his face in spite of his miserable state. "Hi Ms. Baker. I'm not here to see Mrs. Billings. My car broke down and I was hoping that I could use. “I’m not trying to turn you on, okay?” Mallory warned before squeezing the sponge over her tits. Mallory quickly raised a brow at Daphne’s wide, pink areola. She expected her nipples to be hard and bulging by now. But then she ran her bare fingers over one and giggled at its flatness. “That’s so cute.” She grinned.Daphne kept her eyes closed, but shivered at Mallory’s tender touch. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking laughing about my inverted nipples.” She sighed. “What are you, twelve?”“Don’t. Before my tall mirror—yes, I still disliked enormous mirrors, bit in this case, I had no alternative than to tolerate them—I slipped on a gray skirt suit and gray shoes and combed my hair straight and then tied it at the back of my head with a fastener. I looked…fine and superb. No qualms and misgivingsabout it. Shortly afterwards, while I was hopping down the stairs, Alia cropped up into the living room, carrying a plate of cup cakes with one hand. She gestured over to me and voiced out, ‘Come.