Pete kept his arm behind me but the hand on my thigh moved straight to the money. Two fingers slid under my thong and pulled it away from my body. His... fingers sought my clit in a circular rubbing motion and pleasure swept over my like a tsumani, wiping away all of my inhibitions. My lower leg swept open wider if possible and Alex’s journey culminated in him slipping one finger straight into my honeypot. Moisture gushed out of me; I can’t remember ever feeling so turned on Seeing the result of. ” “I know, Honey. Oh, I went to that coffee shop in Annapolis today and got online, and downloaded and printed something out for you to read. Hand me my pack, and I’ll show you.” She dug out a sheet of paper, with a printout from Playboy on it. The heading read Advisor, March 1959. It was a question from Martha, in Seattle, Washington, about how to help her husband hold off. There was a list of exercises to try, to learn how to control it. George asked her, “How did you find this?” “It is a. It had been humiliating and exceedingly painful. Madison had stood by her head and intoned "Your Master is Caning You", after each and every stroke. It had been a good and trying long one, but the two men finished the job as they had planned.When they were finished, Beatrice was a blubbering, sniffling, pitiful mess. She did not know her name but she knew that she needed to sleep. Her broad ass was welted and crossed in so many places there was almost no white skin left. A couple of the deeper. I can't do this if I'm hurting you."She would have said more but there was another knock at the door. She opened it and there were two men standing there. It took half a second to recognise the pair that she'd exposed herself to on the train.How had Dan found them? They had tokens in their hands."Did he find you on the beach?" Bien sur."'Damn and they're French too,' she thought."Do you speak English?" A little, perhaps enough," said the second one."We met on the train? Yes?" she said."Oui.".