His hands moved down to her shoulders, over the t shirt she was wearing that felt so wet and sticky in his hands. He groped her breasts through her ju...mper, then moved down to her stomach and over her pussy, just feeling the lips through the soft fabric of her underwear, all accompanied by Sara’s sobs and whimpers. Quick as a flash he brought a flick knife, the blade flashing in the light of the bulb. Sara screamed, but he had not cut her. Instead he brought it up to her face and smiled at. I ignored her. “I’m gonna go plug my phone in the charger”. She tossed the blanket off her, and I could see what I was pretty sure were black panties. They were too small to be shorts. The best thing about it was the diamond shape they made in contrast to her golden skin. My erection came back and with a vengeance. She jumped off the couch and into another room. I quickly took a part of the blanket and covered my pants with it. She came back in the room and buried herself under the blanket on. " Very well then, we'll start with the tan one. Appropriate, since I shall be tanning your little rear."I lifted the crop, swung it through the air a few times to get a feel for it, and brought it horizontally across her rear, dead centre. I had hit hard enough that I saw the flesh of her buttocks indent, and then spring back. I half expected her to scream, or to try to jump up, but she only flinched slightly and gave a little grunt. The braid marks from the crops leather sprang out into stark. “Well, yes, I suppose so,” Martha admitted.Barbara asked, “is that why you didn’t just jump my bones that first day, why you kept trying to do new things?”I replied, “yes, something like that, but I also felt that you were maybe a little bit fragile, and I didn’t want to break you.”As she said, “oh sweet.”Martha was saying, “and I came along and messed up all of your plans for a long slow seduction.”I said, “look, I’m no psychiatrist, but I think that she was beginning to look to expand her.