Cheryl found herself biting her lower lip when she saw his chest. He was cut, if not overly built. Though she was being blackmailed, it wasn’t as if... he was some disgusting slob. She lifted her right foot and slipped off her heel while he plopped down on the couch to take off his own shoes.She dispensed with her other heel, and then pulled down the zipper on her skirt. By the time she pushed her skirt over her hips, he was standing to take off his jeans. She couldn’t help her gasp when the denim. Then she screamed, at the top of her lungs: "STOP THIS, YOU FOOL!!"Kristie stopped her wailing at once. Her body shook with frustrated sobs. Her eyes opened wide. Her lower lip trembled."Cut this out, you sorry little idiot. Would I ever ask anything of you that you could not deliver? Is this how you regard me? How you thank me for taking you away from your miserable life? I hate this, this way you degrade yourself. Stop it! Stop distrusting me, you ungrateful bitch. Look at yourself. Look at. Having finished washing my chest she reached down and cupped my genitals, sliding her soapy fingers around and between my balls and finally grasping my hardening cock. As I was responding, she looked up at me as she sensuously stroked my hardening rod to it's maximum extension. Looking down again, she gasped at the elongated penis that she uncovered with her attention. Lisa moved up against my hard cock and reached around to wash my back with her soapy hands, while she pulled me into her front. Each time the strap had landed, she had strained against them ~ heaving, with the strength of her arched back against the restraints as the pain of each blow rocketed through her. She had not uttered a sound, yet her screams echoed through her brain ~ the agony tearing at her resolve ~ trying to shatter her order of silence.Her skin dripped with sweat and her back convulsed with each attempt to draw a full deep breath, but the strap would land once again, driving the air from her in a moaning.