"That's better. I guess she could feel that one." Ssssswit! "Ooooh!" ...Ssssswit! "Ahhhh! Oh god..." ...Ssssswit!"Ow-ow! It hurts!Please no..." Every ...one of those strokes in exactly the same place. It was on fire."What the hell are you doing?" demanded Mick, looking back. "Where are you hitting her?" It's okay. It's okay. I just hit on the same spot a few times. I won't do it again. Just wanted to see how she would respond. And you know, I gotta have verbal feedback."Mick murmured into my ear,. Under that plate was a slot sawn through the wood into the hollow center leg, and down that slot had poured tens of pounds of silver coins over the years, and perhaps from before Bull’s time as well.Now that I had the means to do so, I seriously reconsidered the offer the Architect had made me earlier, to sponsor me to Engineering School. Before it had just been as if I was offered the Presidency, too ridiculous to entertain even as a whimsy. While it was fine to be a working man, perhaps I had. Maybe you'd better tell me just how much you'd like my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole."The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the pool table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda couldn't keep her cries of anguish from tumbling past her parted lips. She. I could feel his slow even breaths against my neck, so I knew he was sleeping. Since I was too hot in my tracksuit pants, I decided to take them off. I tried to move as little as possible as I wriggled out of my pants. Just as I dumped them on the floor and settled back down I felt Spencer kiss the back of my neck softly. ‘You okay, beautiful?’ he whispered in a sleepy voice as he pulled me tighter and wrapped his legs around mine. But as soon as he found that he encountered skin he pulled his.