I pull off the binder clip, she stiffened, the riding crop smacked her clit with three quick short slaps; Ash gasped lifting herself to meet the slaps.... I moved and gave her clit two more much harder blows, then three more short shots, all the blows coming from the top, moving I gave her three more hard blows coming up hitting her swollen cunt lips and clit with a wet smack her breathing was becoming rapped.I told her “don’t you come yet, you Dirty, Nasty, Little Whore. Hitting her clit from the. It was nothing more than a narrow footpath which meandered from the canal to a small wooded area nearby. Private enough for my needs.It was a beautiful sunny day and apart from the occasional walker and other cyclists, the towpath was deserted.I cycled along the footpath through overgrown grass and followed its occasional incline to a spot a few hundred yards from the towpath. Parked my bike and began to remove my gloves and helmet. Looking around the path was clear as far as I could see and so. I hugged her closer to me, my tongue dancing with hers in the wet confines of her mouth.She moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me even closer. As we kissed, I slid one hand between us, cupping her breast, feeling her nipple harden between my thumb and forefinger. As I alternated between each hard bud, I felt her own hand move then the feeling of her slim fingers circling my rigid shaft. I groaned as she slid her hand upwards, forcing. "I wondered if you would know of me." I offered her my hand and I politely guided her to the seat opposite my own, pushing her chair in for her. I sat myself back down in my own seat. I waited until she had ordered herself some Chinese black tea, and told me that her companion/chaperone would not be joining us at present before explaining. "I may not frequent such high brow circles as I did in my younger years, but it would appear that you are the darling of the broadsheets this morning.