I thought of tasting it, but her bottom remained unfinished, and I take pride in my work. Each and every welt needed its healing kiss. but I pulled ...away the whip handle, deciding that the moment called for something more sensitive and delicate than any whip could ever be. I set the flogger aside and using my right middle finger I started at the base and began to slowly circle her pussy. Oh, she was wet alright! I wasn’t a third of the way around my circuit before feeling the wet juices upon. Her head was up, and I could see her breasts swaying under her arms as I pushed against her. The slip had ridden up enough to let me push my penis full into her soaking wet, hoy kitty, and I pumped her for a few seconds. "Does my hair colour turn you on, Trev?", she asked. I told her it did, and I wanted to cum in it. "Later, my love...now I need you to bury that cock deep in me." She pulled forward enought to dislodge my shaft from her kitty, turned to me and said, "Now put it in the other. Urine and other human waste were strewn around and fly’s buzzing in the air. This person was a woman and her feet were tucked behind her, the bottoms looked as if they’d been cut with knives. I couldn’t tell her age, but her legs, arms and shoulders were covered with bruises, not merely black, but mottled with greenish-yellow. I knelt and removed her blindfold. Hatred flamed from her eyes. Her lips were drawn, her teeth snarled like a caged animal which had been cornered. ‘He’s gone.’ I said. His determination to finish his question from lunch did not waver, however. Jamie joined him on the bed but sat well away from him, settling down in the middle of the bed with her back against the headboard and her arms around her knees. Tim knew he had to just ask… his resolve would only last so long. ‘Jamie, I got interrupted at lunch. I need to finish asking this question. Will you go out with me this weekend?’ Jamie sat there, staring at the bedspread with her face partially hidden behind.