It felt so good that she whimpered, again. SUDDENLY, it was like electricity was passing through her body, making her hump and cry out. His tongue was... going INSIDE of her. She felt the rough wet object penetrate to her very soul. She couldn't help herself. She gasped and cried out. She DID manage NOT to be too loud. She grabbed one of the pillows and buried her face in it, to muffle herself if she lost control, again. She felt his tongue, slip upwards to the top of her slit, and burrow its way. My cock hung out behind me over the edge of the bed.She started out working me over with a crop. It is her favorite toy. She loves how she only has to snap her wrist to deliver sharp pain precisely where she wants it. She alternated between my ass, my inner thighs, and the backs of my legs, while I jerked in my constraints trying to escape the pain.Every once in a while, she would stop and stroke my cock, or suck it into her mouth creating incredible pleasure amidst the pain. As soon as I was. "***She ran from one building entrance to another to escape the bitingwind. She had gotten disoriented and parked, thinking to find theclinic on foot; she was sure she had to be close. Her jeans,sweatshirt, and jacket were proving to be woefully inadequate atkeeping out the cold. Her spiky red hair was crusted with icecrystals.To push herself on, she repeated the mantra Seanna taught her: abortthe thing, find the bastard, switch back.Scott shivered under a gray building awning, colored. Nervousness was written all over her—naturally enough.“That’s OK,” I assured her reaching for the clipboard. “We can cover any missing information during our get acquainted interview.”I was ashamed of myself for scanning her up and down as she passed me and entered my office.‘Damn Rachel for putting the thoughts in my head,’ I cursed my receptionist and rededicated myself to regaining my usual professional detachment.I went over to the desk, invited my new patient to sit down and began.