She arches her back and pushes her waist up to meet his dick and aid it to make it deeper.He squeezes her wrists as his anger grows, she winces with p...ain. He likes that. It fuels his passion. His whole body is used as leverage to impale her with his cock. He releases 1 of his hands and now holds both her wrists with 1 strong grasp. His free hand roams down her body. Over her right breast and pinching the nipple. A little groan escapes her mouth as she stares at his fingers. Now he moves his. I love being wrong! The next days passed uneventfully. I attended conference sessions, chatted with contacts, visited exhibitors, collecting T-shirts and other equally useless items. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of. She was very aware of his hand and fingers trailing against her skin and the little sensations her nerve endings emitted. She was torn between the tension caused by her fear and the sexual tension beginning to surface within her. She was aware that Larry had set her up to be used by this intimidating black stranger but her senses had not yet caught up with her very real situation. Ellis now began rubbing his hand lightly over Joanne’s exposed skin above her breasts. As he played his hand. ‘From the look on your face’ he said, ‘you haven’t seen one of these before, have you?’I had to confess my ignorance, and was thus introduced to his ‘flogger!’ It looked such an innocuous instrument and it was with some complacency that I obeyed his command to pull my skirt up over my back, my knickers down to mid thigh and bend over. On the instruction to grasp my ankles and open my legs wider I was instantly obedient. Even when the first lash flashed across both bottom cheeks I did not.