..”“You know damn well the man wouldn’t want you to feel guilty.”“Sure, yeah, and—”“Sexual healing is a thing. Jen’s been trying to ...help you with that this whole damn time. Hell, whatever happened to that dude she was obviously trying to get you with?”She smirked at the man. Jacob damn well knew the man’s name was Sándor, and he was doing that guy thing guys did where they pretended to forget a dude’s name. Course, he wasn’t doing it for the reasons a guy would.“Sándor, dumbass.”“Well, go find. I am spanked frequently, for his enjoyment as well as my own, but this is different. He hits me again and again, methodically covering every inch of my bottom and thighs, even taking advantage of my spread-eagled position to whip my inner thighs. Master is always in control of the situation, and I rarely see him angry, but today I can feel his rage in every blow, and a tendril of fear begins to wrap itself around my brain. Between the very real physical pain, and my growing realization of. She told me she’d made more money from one night with a Japanese businessman than her father earned in a year as a schoolteacher back in Slovakia or someplace. The poor kid looked bewildered, overwhelmed. I hope she’s OK.’ She fell silent for a moment. It shames me to have to confess that I happily drifted off into thoughts of beautiful eastern European girls with perfect teenaged bodies and no sexual morals. ‘Well, anyway,’ she resumed, ‘all the agencies, or at least the ones I’d be willing. He was probably worried I was about to kick his ass.May and Dana just turned away and walked back to the bedroom. I have to admit, the situation was awkward, and Danielle wasn't making it any better. She still hadn't moved and her gorgeous pussy was now leaking Victor's cum all over the floor.I wasn't sure what to do, so I went back to the guest room and sat down to collect my thoughts. After about 10 minutes, I headed back to the living room, where I was surprised to find Danielle fully.