Miss Sarah stopped with her touching and biting and picked up the single tailed whip again and i begged her not to use it on me as she had already rui...ned my back. i cried out for her to stop and my words froze in my throat as i seen her arm go back and upwards then come slashing forward and the explosion of pain slamming into my chest as the scream ripped from deep inside me. Miss Sarah told me to look at the stroke on my chest but i was afraid to...afraid to see the horrible damage she had. .”I’m a prisoner, Jas. I’ll never be anything else.”“Tell me anyway, darnit.”Abruptly, he got up, grabbed his weapons and headed out the door. “Gotta go pee.”He didn’t notice the grin on her face.When Morales came back in, Jasmine was ready for him, but not with further comments along the same line. Rather, “Okay, I’m ready to start learning how to debark the logs, and you can also show me how to flatten them.”“Okay, if you really want to.”“I do. It’s time for me to learn.”Peeling the bark. I shake my head yes and suck and lick your cock. waiting for you to explode in my mouth. I begin to suck harder and faster my pussy is so wet and ready to feel your cock deep inside, so I can cum. I want to squeeze my pussy muscles around your hard cock. I can feel my juices dripping out of my pussy as it begs for your cock. You start to play and pinch my clit telling me I better not cum. It feels so good I want to cum so bad, but I know not. You grunt and start fucking my mouth with a wild. While I was stopping at these stunning locations, a girl, Melissa, with mocha skin, short black hair and eyes you could melt in a chocolate fondue set. I found she was not American but a Canadian from Winnipeg, with an outgoing down to earth attitude to boot.As this was the first few weeks of Summer in Italy, there were days that that were so unbearably hot, and we could not stand some times being around our own bus crews so she hung with me couple of times.This beautiful mocha princess was.