Someone turned us so that our backs were to the audience and then I heard the swish and microseconds later, felt the fire and the pain as the whip cra...shed into my shoulders. I couldn't hold back a deafening howl. Moments later Tanya screamed and this set the pattern for what seemed a lifetime-long ordeal. The whipper alternated between us and slowly covered our backs, bottoms and thighs with a tracery of hellish pain marks. Several times as my senses began to fade, a bucket of seawater was. And she was feeling my chest with her lips. She was running her hands all over my body and face.Her hands were so soft enough to enjoy them. Then the trouble started. She started to tickle me over my armpit and my navel hole. She was playing so softly so that I should beg her to stop tickling. By the time my dick was erected enough. She unzipped my pants and pulled down till knee. He found 2-3 droplets of my precum on my blue jockey. She felt the precum with her fingers over my underwear. She. Gertrude cooked shrimp over rice. It was mediocre but I appreciated the effort for sure. I could tell she was sweet beneath her business executive exterior. After dinner we sipped whisky and talked. As we came to a brief silence she propositioned me, "so what'll it be? Bedroom or dessert?" I quickly chose Bedroom in my tipsy yet focused resolve. We awkwardly walked toward her bedroom where her little dog followed us. Her bed was high and antique. This was gonna be interesting. I took my clothes. Say it, Clare. "Can you please take me to my room."And just in a second, he's carrying me in his arms... taking me to my room. He puts me gently on the bed. He's really treating me with care. "Clare... It's really hard for a man to control himself. And the situation we're in right now, I don't know what I'm gonna do."He's looking at me so intently. Is he asking for permission? What should I say? "Just do... as you please."Why he's making that surprised face again? And did he just smile now?.