When I’d finished her legs she told me that she wanted to be left with just a heart shape of short pubic hair with the bottom of the heart starting ...at the top of her slit. As she was telling me this she opened her legs wide and ‘drew’ the shape of the heart with a finger. I though that I’d trim away most of her dark brown bush and then use an eyeliner pencil to mark out the heart on her skin. She was talking all the time that I was trimming her hair but most of what she was saying didn’t make. His eyes turn dark and I immediately realize I have made a mistake. A big mistake.Sir grabs my hand and leads me quickly through the club towards the back patio. I have to think fast."Sir, I'm sorry. Let's dance some more," I say sweetly, trying to halt our movement. I lean up to kiss his sexy mouth. He puts a finger to my lips, blocking my kiss.He yanks on my hand again pulling me harder and moving more quickly. Oh no.He pulls me out the door to the patio. There are a few couples at the bar on. I can barely contain myself for a last vicious tweak of your swollen, hard nipple before I shoot over you. Spurts of my seed landing in your open, eager mouth. Across your tear-stained face, your bound, swollen breasts, in your beautifully disarrayed hair. Your voice matches mine in pleasure as you cry out, fucking my foot, grinding yourself against it. Eagerly moving against me as I shudder and relax, spent. ?Master please, please, may I? May I come for you?? Your pleading desperate,. "Never mind, Ma'am" said Jenkins one day after the Girl had once again failed to commit any offence. "Her time will come!" I can't think why you need an excuse!." said the sadistic Huskisson. "Just use it, Mistress - just use it on her. Please, Ma'am - use it anyway. It's been lying there all these years, lying idle when it should be used on that Girl."But Mrs Bottomley was adamant. The Ninth Earl's Whip was only to be used when the Girl deserved it and the two servants had to be satisfied with.