”“Punish you? I haven’t got time for nonsense like that. I’m used to slaves obeying.”“I will obey.”I snatch up the handbag.“Too late.�...��I see him tense with frustration – and whip his arse with the cable. He gives a little yip and somehow manages to writhe without moving. I calm my breath.I like his arse. I want to whip it some more. I like how he kneels there, the shape of him, on the floor of his weird little home. I put the handbag on a stack of crates to my left.“Lie on your front. Put your. I was a dead woman. I was so scared my knees were shaking, and my breathing felt like it was double time.Right away, I learned that Marie was not as fast as I was.Right away, I learned that Marie was hard to budge. When I hit her, I bounced off.Right away, I learned that if she could reach me, she could knock me down, almost at will, but she was too slow to get to me in the mud without some luck.When she hit me, it hurt twice. Once when she made contact, and a second time, when I landed. Like. My head whirls quickly. He takes my excited moans as cue to carry on, his thumb brushing my clit. I feel the softness of the tip of his tongue probe at my tight hole. I can’t believe the way I feel, I’m so heady. I want to beg for more. I don’t though, not wanting to rush it. I roll my hips gently, moving into him slightly. He gives it to me, he’s daring and moves forth. He must like it as much as me. He moans every so often, tickling my hole. I can feel him push a little further into my. Then they took them to their home in Brentwood. Her parents spent the late afternoon resting on the patio in the warm sun, enjoying the view of the ocean in the distance while Charles and Diana prepared dinner. Tom and Lynda Seldon joined them for dinner that evening, as well as Charles and Tom’s boss at the FBI, Peter Woods and his wife, Mary, who also happened to be old friends of Colonel Maitland. Diana’s parents were interested in hearing about an investigation that Charles and Tom were.