I can't see you but I smell you and I can hear you breath. I anticipate your touch. It never comes but I can still smell you and your breathing has sl...owed to normal. I know you`re there but where? I start to doze off but am awakened with an awful CRACK on my thigh. The sting from the whip radiates to my balls and my cock stands straight up. I feel your strong hands rub the sting away then reach to my ankle. I loathe you for making me stay here so long but I want to make you happy so I comply. Right now the only light in Katie's darkness was that it was only another 2 weeks to Christmas, when she could go back home and see her mom again. With that thought in her mind she looked again at the bag beside her. "Is this seat taken?" Katie jumped at the sound of a woman's voice, the words spoken with warmth and the hint of an English accent that for some reason reminded Katie of the warm thick drink she cradled in her hands. She looked up into the deep green eye's of the woman she had so. For some reason it felt different. I just assumed it was because of the whipping and the butt plug still up me. I duely shot my load and she remarked that it was a reasonable sample but not up to my usual standards. The plug was removed and she wiped my cock with a tissue but did it in a manner that was rough. Looking sternly at me she said "I expected better from you today with all your extra treats" I apologised and said "It must have been the whipping and plug" "No I don't think so. I think. There were stains of blood on my thighs and towel. Although it was difficult but was a type of intoxication that my whole pussy was filled with dick. There was no space even to breath for her. Slowly Jon started the pumping. My pussy was like velvet glove enveloped on his dick. Dr. Maxim had made wonderful affects on Jon’s dick.It has been more than ½ hours that Jon was pumping me but hadn’t came yet. I had come about 6 times meanwhile. Jon took me to our dinning table after locking the.