I wanted her to feel it tomorrow, as a reminder of who she was. I brought it down again across her ass and she stifled a scream and jumped. That's bet...ter. It was firm but I was pleased. The flogger I'd chosen was 'thuddy' rather that 'whippy'. It wouldn't have hurt. I worked my way up her ass to her lower back, criss-crossing her skin with red welts. Then back down again over her ass and down the back of her thighs. She was moaning more softly now, almost constantly. As I worked my way back up. Her husband isn't watching from the door, wanking his little tool."Darn! Why cant it ever be real?" She curses as she sits up, removing the hand from inside her panties. If only it could be true.Suddenly a giggle off in the distance... then a moan. A chill runs down her spine, straight down to her pussy, instinctively making it itch again.Rising she moves towards the source of the sounds. Its coming from the bedroom. The door is open, the scene inside free for all to see, the scene all too. Gone. All gone. The girl had not stopped writhing, but Sibyl grabbed the hood’s lacing to hold her head steady. Carefully, almost gently, she blew the smoke into the girl’s nostrils. ‘Shh, shh!’ she solaced. Sibyl had given her the intoxicating breath slowly enough not to cause coughing. The girl indeed calmed down somewhat, and she also showed no tokens of imminent regurgitation. Leaving her cowering on the carpet, Sibyl hunkered before the large pillar to the right. She pulled a blade from. Maybe you'd like to watch!" I'd rather not." Fair enough. If I bring someone home or invite someone to dinner 'and', you may retreat to your bedroom. You do have a TV there." If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not know what's happening. Just do it and shut up!" Oooo, nasty, nasty"Just for that I decided to bring Gary home and fuck him with as much noise as I could make. I called him forthwith and suggested he come to dinner the next evening and be prepared to spend the night. He.