Inside, though sweetness remained, we both knew why we had come. Straight to my bedroom. All clothes quickly removed. I was astounded. Elizabeth’s b...ody was beautiful, virtually glowing by the light from the moon through the blinds. Sparse freckles dotted the landscape of her breasts, which were capped by small, but erect nipples. I wanted them in my mouth, but first, I needed more of Elizabeth’s sweet mouth on mine. On my bed, we kissed. It could have only been minutes but it felt like both. S. Government. Interesting. The first person he saw when he walked in was a woman he'd never seen before. She was getting a cup of coffee from the Mr. Coffee machine on one wall. There was a man who looked impatient, standing ten feet from her, and another man talking to Dabney. Dabney was obviously excited, based on the fact that he was holding his gut in and looked flushed. Mitch stared at the man he was talking to. He was tall, athletic, and black. Mitch tried to think of any other time he'd. As her fingers were rubbing and deeply massaging my neck joints her breasts were riding up and down against mine."Does that feel better? Is there any other pain besides your neck?" she asked me.The mounting tension was taking hold of me. I wished I was back at home in the privacy of my bedroom, where I could close my eyes, where I could open my legs and guide my fingers into my wetness and feel my g-spot inside my pussy as it sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.In the privacy of my bedroom I. The loud music immediately faded to a dull booming as we passed through the door and entered a dimly lit corridor. The relative silence was broken only by the occasional sound of leather on flesh followed by muffled grunts of pain. A door stood slightly ajar at the end of the corridor. Mistress Whiplash pushed the door open and switched on the lights, revealing a small room filled with various restraining devices and a rack containing a selection of riding crops and whips. A large diagonal.