"She turned to leave and Leslie grasped her arm. "Please don't go," she said impulsively. "That basket looks heavy. Come inside and rest for a moment.... Would you like some tea? I just made some." Thank you, child," the woman replied. "A cup of tea would be very nice. It has been a long, cold morning." She followed Leslie into the house, the hem of her dark blue dress trailing along the floor.Leslie seated her guest at her kitchen table and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her. After offering. A new face didn't cost that much, surely?The woman launched into an obviously much practised speech of introduction."I am Kate, called 'One-Eye' but not by the likes of you, and not to my face by anyone. I have the unfortunate job of sorting you out and arranging assignments. We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. I have a persuader here which I will not hesitate to use."Kate held up a thin rod about a foot long with a shiny tip. Jacqui gasped as she recognised a neural. After his licking and then her climax she was obviously very wet and he glided in with one smooth stroke. He slowly moved in and out, deep to his balls then out almost entirely, savouring the exquisite sensation of her love tunnel squeezing his cock. Gradually he increased the tempo and his arse rose and fell rhythmically as he drove into her.The watcher wanted to see more so, keeping a screen of shrubs between himself and the couple, he edged in a semicircle closer to where the couple were. Turning it over, Emma laughed out loud as she saw the opposite side. Imprinted in the leather was the word “SLUT”, mirror imaged. When it struck the skin, it would leave the word momentarily etched into my (or, occasionally, Jess’) ass cheek.“I love it!” Emma said, admiring it.“Thank you, Mistress. It gets the job done, I assure you,” Jess said.Emma had started out all gung-ho, but then she didn’t know how to proceed with actually paddling me (or anyone else for that matter.) Jess saw her.