Fuck this driving a forklift: it's for pussies." His hand raised, then waved away in disgust. "Yea, I want to be able to work as hard as you do. Sit a...t that computer," his fingers tapped away, then mimed everything to come. "Scribble important stuff down on paper. Drink my coffee. Eat some snacks. Enjoy the air-conditioning. Scratch my ass. Pick my nose. Whoa, shit," he looked at his wrist, "getting late! Better go visit the babes up in Quality--strictly business, mind you!" Here his hands. "That's not the kind of wealth I'dlook for." I suppose it wouldn't be." Carl looked thoughtful for a moment."Caligula was a real piece of work you know. He didn't leave for a longtime when he came through here. Carl said thinking back almostabsentmindedly. "Not as nasty as me," Marcus said almost in a whisper."That's right, Carl said almost as softly, You were a thuggee that time.I remember now. You walked in afterward, spun around and went right backover and over again." You don't need Lethe. My hand found its way to Wynona’s pussy. She was very wet like me. After a few minutes using our fingers for pleasurable foreplay Wynona made her way down my body, first kissing my neck then my breasts slowly down my belly until her soft sensual mouth found my clit. Wynona’s tongue worked miracles as she flicked it back and forth on and around my clit, sucked and licked my now extremely wet labia. She used her fingers spreading my labia apart while her tongue made wonderful love to me. I soon. ”With that she stood back and the first whip landed on the slave’s unprotected ass. The slave’s muscles tightened and her neck arched with the pain of the first searing slash. She screamed behind her gag but could make no sound. The mistress left no time for her to recover, landing another, harder lash down on her other ass cheek. The mistress continued, counting each flog aloud, never leaving enough time for the slave to recover. The slave struggled against her bondage, her muscles rippling.