Counting off the strokes of the braided leather horse whip as is bit into the soft skin of my ass. Crying, losing count, having to start over, getting... extra strokes until it was finally over. Feeling his hand, surprisingly gently rubbing my hot sore butt afterwards, telling me softly my ass would be beautiful in a couple of hours when the welts and bruises had ripened.I recalled being bent lengthwise over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles tied to each of it's legs, the center piece of lumber. Revealing his muscular upper body that looked like it was made of granite. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto my knees.Now, almost eye to eye with the beast in his pants, I put my fingers on the inside of his waistband and slowly pulled down revealing the monster within. As I pulled down lower and lower, the excitement mounted. Until his monstrous cock was revealed and slapped me in the face!I had never done anything sexual before, so I didn’t really know what to do.. "I would have kept the secret to my grave, but I don't know why theQueen is doing this to Dexter. Why is she insisting he have a sexchange. I don't understand. I was the one violated. I did my part. Ineed your help," she said crying.Sarah stood straight up. She didn't know what to say. Dexter was thekings son? "Why aren't you both dead?" was the obvious question thatcame to her mind first, but such questions could wait."Excuse me for a moment please," Sarah said stunned almost speechlesstrying. ’ So she had fucked the photographer. Amazing shot, I’m sure. *** One by one we wrapped up and headed out into the living room. ‘Ok ladies,’ the photographer stood at the front of the room. Alana sat closest to him. He smiled at her. ‘Tomorrow we’ve got a promo pool party at the casino. Anyone want to go?’ I was so pissed. I didn’t even give a fuck. He was nowhere to be found, Alana sucked off the photographer and was pretty much guaranteed the cover, and I felt like shit. Everyone raised.