She had learned well. She was expected to make the cock hard or she would be punished. She had been whipped many times. He especially liked to pussy w...hip her. She would be bound, face up, her legs spread wide and pulled back, her pussy lips opened wide, her pink pussy exposed. Sometimes he would force his cock in her mouth and feel her screams of pain on his cock as the whip beat her defenseless pussy, tearing into her young flesh. The whip would turn the flesh red and tender with the whip. We have to finish the Meissner account." I ordered."But, I'm on break." She protested.I must have had a pretty good glare going, because she got right up and headed for the time clock.Miranda Ponds told me from day one that I was going to be an account executive and part of the creative team. I was to dress the part and always be neat and stylish so that when I came into a room it would be apparent I was important. Miranda dressed to the nines everyday, and the 2 Mr. Arens always wore $800. .master said party is jst starting they pyaled the music I was made to wear a sexy red bra and panties my body was covered with baby oil so it glaced and a dog collar on my neck they were dancing and I served the drinks all of a sudden master spanked my ass with his hand he was all drunk the party was downstairs and I was upstairs in the kitchen at that time he kicked me on the floor I tried to resist a bit when he ripped my panties and tied my hand with it my braa was ripped too and forced. . later ... you and I?”“Um, I---I don’t know...”He kissed her again, this time taking her lower lip between his and sucking on it while lightly running his tongue from side to side across it. It was delicious and exciting and very different from Marcie’s previous kissing experiences.Before long his hands were under the towel, and then the towel was on the floor, and she made no objection. His hands---those heavenly hands--began roaming her body.“Ohhhh,” Marcie moaned.“You have a really nice.