"Cheryl, I want you to sit with your knees spread as far as you can, and masturbate for me," the voice spoke again. "Don't touch your clit; I want you...to work your fingers in and out of your cunt, but nothing more."Cheryl's hesitation was rewarded with an immediate correction in the form of the riding crop across her already welt-covered abdomen. Being inspired in this manner, she quickly scrambled to a sitting position. Her Master, realizing that both audience and camera would have a better. While sucking I slowly started to bite, she enjoyed each and every bite. For every bite, she was holding my head and hair tightly pressing it towards her boobs. Pressing her soft boobs made her really turn on. I sucked her both huge boobs for 15 min.While this was on I was still between her legs which were spread apart. I was now on fire, and she had known it all along. She put her hand down and felt my cock (above my boxer) which was as hard as a rock. She invited me inside her and tried to. She wanted to repaint the session room. Though I often spent hours pondering those very walls in states of pleasure and distress, twenty-some paint samples in varying shades of blue are not something I can pretend to remotely care about.Bored with the conversation before it began, I didn’t bother hiding my lack of interest – which was acceptable. We disagreed on the hue – which was fine. She made a decision and moved on to the next topic – which was welcome.But then I made a snarky comment, and. “Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It was too much. She didn’t have the strength. Please don’t hate me, Hunter.“Lightfoot has it. It’s contained in a microdot.”The big, thick-necked guy lowered his hand. “How many copies?”“Two,” she claimed. “On memory keys.”When he raised his hand, she yelled, “Two! That’s all!”The thinner man stepped away, pulling a cell phone from his pocket.IN THE WHITE HOUSE, Lucas.