??I am sorry. I lost count.? Phoebe apologized.?The Mistress did not lose count. The mistress gave me an extra stroke because I deserve it. A mistress... never makes a mistake when flogging a sex slave.??I have something more in mind. Stand up, Slave Caroline and walk into the private room.?Phoebe asked slave Caroline to sit beside her on the bed. Phoebe describes the flogging of Shannon and her flogging. Then Phoebe asked Caroline to flog her! Caroline was shocked by this request. She explained. The contrast or consistency of color is all part of the eroticism. The passion that makes the pie. Apple. Blueberry. Peach or Pumpkin. The proof is in the filling. Therese was her name. Shaped in voluptuous form that pushed the boundaries of everything. Lips almost too thick. Ass almost too big. Breasts almost too round. But they weren't. They just pushed the boundaries which is very appropriate to her everything. Her eyes were light brown pools that barely concealed her strange form of self. I guess he was somewhere between 5'2 and 5'4. I was always short for my age. When I was 16 I was only 5'2. "Rack 'em up," I forced myself to say normally, not wanting to give any indication of my crush, because I had just met him and I didn't know if he was into boys like me since he was talking to that girl earlier. For a girl, she was cute, but not my type. "What do you want to play? 8 or 9-ball?" He asked. "Whatever you want to play is fine with me," I said. "Let's start with 9," he. She was good at that sort of thing. Joyce made a lunch of hummus and pita with assorted sprouts, rabbit food if you ask me, but I was getting used to it and I really wasn’t thinking much about food at the moment. She also said she would pack some fruit and asked if bananas and strawberries would work. I told her they would be fine. Joyce looked hot in her short skirt and T-shirt when we arrived at the park. It was still early and it was an overcast day, so there was no one around. We passed a.