I motioned for him to sit on my couch, and went to fix myself a fresh drink. When I offered one to him, he looked for a moment as though he’d declin...e, but then nodded hurriedly, as if he was afraid he’d lose his nerve otherwise.I sat in the old armchair that had been living in the flat when I moved in and handed him his glass, already beaded with perspiration. He took a sip, winced, and then a longer pull. I looked at him as he swallowed the so-cheap-it’s-hardly-gin, recognizing in his grimace. She was not supposed to like being forced to take a strange cock in her warm cunt. It got even worse when the man in front of her shoved his dick down her throat. Not only couldn?t Hannah scream, but she couldn?t breathe, either. She struggled to regain her breath while having her face fucked, and it wasn?t going to lighten up on her. As deliciously hard and flattering as the cocks felt to her, the pain of being ravaged was still pain. Mrs. Beck was already sore and in need of a respite, but. The dominatrix working with Andy approached, whip in her hand. She flicked the whip across her thighs and lower belly. I could see red marks rising but, by then, I knew she was not in a lot of pain. I mean that I had just been hit harder than that. Again and again, the whip flicked as Andy groaned in exquisite agony.“YES! THANK YOU, MISTRESS! YES! YESSSSSSS, OH GOD. YES. WHIP ME. WHIP ME. I’M CUMMMMMMINNGGGGGGG.”Her pussy started pumping lubrication. You could literally see it spurt. Her back. He had a single rose to present to Elizabeth, had gotten his hair cut the day before and the car was washed and vacuumed thoroughly. He watched the monitor closely for any change in status. Flight 628 from New York was still on time. He checked his watch. The plane should be circling now. Elizabeth looked down at the airport and wondered where he was, what he was doing. She tried to visualize him waiting patiently for her at the end of the baggage conveyor. She worried that she wouldn’t.