We underestimate how powerful scents can be. I've slept with a couple of guys since then, just because they smelled something like Michael. But it was... such a hot rush that I had to open my eyes just because it was so overwhelming. My sister had her head cocked over to one side and she was watching me curiously, concerned about my being able to deal with all this, I guess. I moved my head and slipped the shiny head over my lips like it was the biggest lipstick in the world. She smiled at. ........ she couldn't believe her eyes .....the cheeky bastard was looking down her blouse!!!! she was FURIOUS He looked up to her face and grinned at her knowing she had seen where he was looking "how fucking DARE you" she said "you fucking arrogant TWAT" she let her self go in an orgy of loathing he just smiled that infuriating smile she stood up and walked angrily around her desk her temper had snapped he watched her approach her boobs moving up and down in her agitation he loved Sheryls. He need never know how stupid his little lady wife had been.There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did. Richard was a control freak.So I decided to do something unthinkable. I’d swallow my long held pride and ask my older brother for the money to fix Richard’s car!You see, it wasn’t called abuse when I was 14 ; that age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as ‘being interfered with’ and Brad was twenty-one. I put all my muscle into the first lashing, making the whip crack violently as it cut into her right ass cheek. “whwhwhwh …..one” Blood leaked from the wound running into her ass crack. The second was just as hard, this time her left ass cheek. “ttttwo” The next three came in rapid succession, and she finally screamed. “loreena, you disappoint me,” I told her. “My slaves don’t scream unless told to do so.” I could hear Abdul chuckling from Dubai. I whipped her another fourteen times before.