The look on your face tells me it all turns you on. My final submission to you as you slowly strangle me is arousing you, I can tell by the look in yo...ur eyes and the way you rub your crotch against my body.Finally my consciousness is fading and I don’t have either the strength or will to fight you anymore. Strangely, I’m aroused by your beauty and strength at this point and I feel a tingle in my clit, but I’m passing out before I can really relish it. My lungs burn, my throat hurts and my mouth. After that, I'll probably need to talk to some of the other people. I'll try not to disrupt your routine any more than necessary." This is not a high-pressure organization, Mr. Wicks. I've arranged for you to use this room all day, if necessary, and everyone here will be asked to cooperate with you fully."The elegant gray-haired woman reappeared with the coffee. It was in an insulated silver container. On a silver tray, along with fragile-looking cups and saucers, there were little blue. She kept the cane close to her and didn’t look to use it. She licked her lips which was the first indication she gave of conceding. “I tell you what Betty. Hand me the cane and I will only give you the same number of strokes you gave David. Make me take it from you and you will get double.” Betty’s eyes opened wide. She was worried all of a sudden. I only said it as a bluff, to make her say that she wouldn’t spank me and call it a day but now I smelt a more successful outcome.. The bed shifted as he sat upon it, but not enough to bother her. His large warm hands began near her elbows and painted her with oil up to her shoulders, off for more oil and back to her shoulders, off again and to her back around in large circles, off again and back to her lower back, off again and back to the small of her back right near her bikini line. He pulled the sheet off her bottom and painted her legs as well. Now covered in a shiny liquid sheen, he began working in earnest, starting.