Mistress Janice kept me "off balance" all night long,giving me those painful shocks deep into my rectum. After a long nightof Mistress Janice whipping..., canning, paddling and strapping asses, sheannounced that she was through for the night, and needed a little sexualrelief!About an hour after we arrived at the club, a comely girl of about 30approached our table, and asked if Mistress Janice was available to whipher! Mistress Janice was still holding the rattan cane and used it topoint toward one. Now I think you have an hour or so before they'll be finished with the others, so you can nap for a few minutes.? You lie there languid as she busies herself around the room. Everything is great, you have a great master, you have a great body, you're young and healthy and everyone you meet wants to be you. Of course, your community only extends as far as the harem walls, but even when you were little you were kept in the house as your parents tried to keep you pure and perfect, so you. Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next delicious torture would be.She waited. Heart rate slowing. Breath becoming even. And still, nothing.Without any warning but the brush of air preceding the blow, it came. From nowhere -. “Where are you going,” asked the transsexual.“You’ll see,” Loto replied.Loto brought the car to stop at a midscale La Quinta Inns and Suites with an interior corridor. He told Shakeia he would be back in a moment.He returned and showed her to the room. It had a king-sized bed and was appointed nicely overall.“You doin’ okay.” Loto asked.“I’m alright.”“Sorry I couldn’t come to the funeral.”“It’s fine.”“I’m fah real, gurl! I love yo’ ass!”“I love you too, Loto!”“I need to love to you!”“Let me.