"Please", you manage to to blurt out but to no avail: the tip of the whip hits the first clothes peg on your lips, making it and your lips wiggle. You... can't suppress a little scream. "Quiet!", I hiss as I hold your head in my hands, squeezing your cheeks. You nod, and I return to the business at hand... again I whip the peg on your cunt and it snaps loose and falls on the seat of the chair."Count them!" I say and in your bravest voice you say "One Sir". I continue the whipping and before long. He called me and asked if I would be home and if I could stand a visit. He wanted to discuss the care of a diesel truck. He is always welcome and I invited him over. The discussion moved right along and I think I answered all of his questions. We sat in the family room and I offered him a beer which he accepted. As every guy in the neighborhood has, my beer is in the garage refrigerator. I went to the garage to get us a couple of beers and returned to the family room. He was in the john taking. " Creeper." she joked, tossing a pillow towards me in vain.I mounted the bed, and moments later, her. I kissed her with passion, morning breath be damned. She opened her legs slowly, wrapping them around me seductively. I glanced down at her beautiful pussy, brown pubic hair trimmed and inviting, her glistening folds slowly pulling apart as her legs opened, exposing my home for the last decade, the place where I loved to be.I shuffled my boxers down just far enough to allow my five inches to. He's still wearing that arrogant expression that has such an inexplicable effect on me. But when I look into his eyes I can see how much he likes looking at my body.He looked at my tits, but only for a moment before looking down. He isn't just enjoying the view. He's making up his mind about my panties. Obviously we're going out. But if we're going out, why is what I wear under my dress so important to him? That I'm even asking myself that question makes me nervous.He finally made up his mind.