.” came the plaintive plea.“You admit you were my husband’s Mistress, girl?”“Y-Yes . . . oh . . . yes, Ma’am . . .”“For how long?”�...�F-For . . . a year, Ma’am . . . maybe . . . a little more . . .”“And, during that time, whilst under his protection, you deceived him?”“Oohh . . . yes . . . Ma’am . . .”The Birch came slashing down with all the force that Glenda’s right arm could command. Splaying out, twelve individual whippy twigs streaked agonisedly across Julia’s buttock flesh. A howl of torment. This place has good selection, but pretty small screens. It also has these really uncomfortable wooden stools as the only place to sit. But several of the booths have enough space for two or three or four men at once. I know as I’ve done it. A couple of guys finally wandered by and looked in at me since my door was wide open. At first, though, no one took the bait. Finally one stepped in a reached out to fondle my big dick. Liking the feel of my almost eight inch, thick member, he pushed to. I not only loved the way he made my body feel, but I also loved the way I could make him feel. It had only been a day since I was with him that first time. Like before, I'd run home from school. I couldn't wait to let myself into his apartment. He had given me a key earlier so I could come and go and do random chores to earn some money. Mr. Lowes was rarely home.I was so nervous coming through his door. He wasn't home however. Being back in his apartment was such a turn on. I grabbed some of. But you must do one more thing for me tonight .Ok I will do it no matter what it is if I am given my freedom and the tapes she had made of me in my unusual dress and attire!It was around 9pm when she came to me with a glass of wine and told me to drink it. I had only had wine a few times and it made me tipsy both times. I drank it down and then another and another. We sat around the table and she told me she enjoyed my bondage and sexual acts she witnessed. She told me how she loved my little.