Oh my God! It is been a long time since he's used the whip. Hanging from the beam, spread eagled, I tremble, and I start crying. I cannot contain my t...ears. The anticipation, the fear, the tension of these past few days, since Paul told me "You have an appointment with Mr. Marshall on Thursday" have caught up with me, on seeing the whip.I am to be whipped mercilessly, until all of my body is covered with red stripes. And for what? No one who cares is here to see my pain; no one will see me. According to my charts, it was something in excess of a thousand miles from Honolulu to Sally Island. Surely some part of that journey could be accomplished by air?I spoke to Robert Dalvani, one of the three names that had been provided. He wanted to know who had recommended him, and I explained. He wanted to know who else's name had been mentioned, and again, I was forthcoming. "You should meet all of us together," Dalvani advised.Why not? I called and spoke to the other two men, Peter Houston. I can't help it."Looking around I saw Shelley place the tip of a gloved finger to her lips, my pre-cum glistening. Her tongue darted out and licked the sticky liquid. "Hmmmm," she said. "We'll see about that." grasping my clit and stroking it firmly. "You are not to come, no matter who much you want to!" With that she began to increase the speed of her strokes to match those of the machine. My mind was in a whirl. The pressure of her hand was perfect and she knew just where to alter her grasp. It was Kasey, “C’mon, while she is doing that, you can do me.” I didn’t need telling twice, I downed my whiskey and jumped to my feet and began dancing with her. I held her close, as we swayed to the music. I kept glancing over at the screen, I couldn’t help it. “O”, Kasey said, startled. She could feel my hard on through my kilt poking her in the side, “Are you a true Scotsman tonight?” A grin slowly spread across my face. She knew it meant that I was. She grabbed my kilt belt and dragged me.