Julia broke down again at this point. It was some time before she could continue.Master Lionel was hardly into sex at all – he just enjoyed inflicti...ng pain. At first it was restraint and non-marking things; electric shock, extended teasing and denial, suspension by my ankles. Gradually, he became more and more into marking me until the last week I was whipped and beaten while hanging, either by wrists or ankles. Only my face was unmarked. I don’t know what would have happened if Master Bruce. He pulled each lip up and spread it either side of the flap. First one and then the other and then he put two fingers, laden with oil, into her vagina, pushing it right up inside her. She was ecstatic with intense pleasure and moved her bottom end about as much as she could to exploit her husband’s intrusive fingers. Keeping his fingers in her vagina Robert positioned himself so that Anita could take his cock in her mouth. She felt him push his manhood in and her teeth gently pushed back the. Kevin was looking at me with utter lust. His eyes were that of completedevotion. I could see the large tent in his pants. The male waiterstanding next to me had a similar look. He was ogling my cleavage likesome sort of salivating dog. Well, I was going to teach him a lesson onmanners."Waiter," I looked up at him with a predatory grin. "Can you please stopstaring at me?"He tried his best to look away."Good boy." I smiled. "Now, get on the floor and bark like a dog."To my surprise, he bent on. Her old neighborhood hasn’t changed too much. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She gives him a big smile. “Tinsel!” he says, remembering her. “I remember you. Look at you. You’re all grown up now.” Mr. Brown stands.Tinsel thinks of the time she was locked out.