“I will not give her the pleasure of seeing me beaten. I know that my parents or Sarah’sparents will come rescue us. Screw her!” thought Jennife...r.Tammy grabbed Jennifer by the hair, and as if she was reading her mind she pulled out acopy of the local newspaper. The date said Wednesday and the headline spoke of Jennifer’sparents distraught that their daughter might have run away with a co-worker. Police wereasking for the publics’ help, but admitted to having no usable leads to follow.“You’ve. I got some very thin clothesline and began wrapping herbreasts with it as tightly as I could, they got so redand swollen, and I know they had to hurt her some, butshe kept moaning from behind the gag like it was thegreatest feeling she had ever known, then I picked upmy ‘cat’ and started working them over good, every timethe whip landed on her breasts she jumped and pulledaway, but she kept getting wetter and wetter as Iwhipped her. I know, because I kept checking, after afew. He gave that rich bitch the fucking she deserved. HE had given that RICH BITCH what she deserved. He let that thought play over and over again, getting somewhat turned on again. He sat in the truck, eyeing the car. No movement yet; she was smart and knew the rules. He sat for a few more minutes before starting his truck and pulling away. Fucking rich bitch. Ha. What now, rich bitch? …. She lay there, in a sort of haze. She didn't know how much time passed, but she heard her phone going off in. She then ran her finger over my shoulders, teasingly back and forth. She continued on, running her finger over my chest and both of my nipples. She continued on down to my stomach and abs. She finally reached my cock again and wrapped her hand around the base. “Tom, I have a confession to make. I fantasied about this for quite a while. You have such a youthful figure. Other then some heavy petting back in high school, my ex is the only guy and cock that I’ve ever seen, let alone fucked.”, she.