I felt guilty staring at this guy right in front of his girlfriend but then I was sort of allowed to look in that direction as it was my keys he was l...ooking for."Ahoy, I got them!" he said as he fumbled about raising himself up to standing.He handed me my keys but had a good look at my perky size-B bare breasts boasting a standout nipple stand. I noticed him looking at them for a moment more than he should have. I felt his gaze, as if he was slowly touching, caressing my nipples. It sent. " Never mind that," Becky said scrolling to the next one, which was obviously far more explicit. "You should probably take a look at the rest of these first, and then we'll have that little talk."Grace sat in stunned silence, looking at the photos until she had scrolled through each and every last one of them. Each one seemingly more decadent than the one before, ending with the one of herself, laying there in the midst of an obvious orgasm."That one's my favorite," Becky announced looking at. I went to the store the next day as normal. Well, almost as normal. The mornings were still relatively chilly so I put my leather gloves on to see whether he would notice.My heart was racing and I wasn't looking at the groceries at all. I saw him walking around and he almost immediately noticed me, since the store isn't that big. I went to a shelf and started to look at the groceries and tried to make it look as I was looking for something specific but having trouble finding it. "Can I help you. At first the blows were only painful, then they became agonizing. I could have sworn my feet were nothing but bloody stumps of flesh but the men claimed they were only red and puffy and could take much more. This nearly overwhelmed me as I imagined an entire night of this torture. When my feet were so swollen that the men feared permanent injury the cane was exchanged for a soft leather whip. They whipped my legs and buttocks, too, the sting of the leather across my welted flesh drawing.