He pushes past my gag reflex and m*****s me and my warm throat. The impending danger of suffocation makes my G-spot and clit throb and Jack has to for...cefully hold me down by my splayed open knees. I push Barry out of me and gasp for air as Jack gets violent. My hamstrings are aching now despite the regular warm-up and stretching sessions I undertake and my knees are almost under my arms. He positions himself better and grabs the soles of my feet pushing my legs to a crazy angle. Now I’ve got my. .. but to be punished for her Mistress’s amusement was worse! Quentin listened complacently to this exchange. It was amazing to think that these two women had once been fellow slaves, collared and chained and locked in the same cell on board the ‘Paradise’. He even recalled how, as a little demonstration in the early days, Madame Vesta had whipped Melissa in front of him. And then invited him to take the whip. It was the first flogging Quentin had ever given and he had never forgotten it. All. It was morning and I realized that I was last to wake up. Deepti had already left for her admission venue. My maid had come. My wife was ready with breakfast. I got ready and left for work. I did no work that day.My head was contaminated with her thoughts. I wanted to reach home ASAP. I called the maid to check if Deepti had come. She replied that she was there at the house. I asked her to leave. I reached home and enquired about the admission details to Deepti. She said it went fine.She and my. We stopped at the corner and she moved her hand from my arm and put it across my back, pulling me to her. I rested my hand on her hip and squeezed. I was afraid to rest my hand against her blouse.“So my dear,” I began, “what would you like for lunch?”We crossed the street and walked into the park a few paces before she turned into the path, forcing me to stop. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands playing lightly with the hair at the back of my neck, a twinkle in her eye. I let my.