"Of course with my luck my mother would be right there to keep an eye on me." She shook her head. "That's the problem with your mother being a teacher...."The other girl made sympathetic noises. Danielle agreed, but only up to a point. Having her mother at school, could be awkward. But maybe some things wouldn't have happened if her mother could have been along on a date back in Tiburon. She was far enough away from it now that she could actually think that.Now that she thought about it, there. McAbee said. "So long as we are in the same boat."He stepped out from behind his desk. God... he was at least six-four, maybe even bigger. It didn't seem so intimidating, he almost naturally exuded a sort of gentleness, but now... I dropped to my knees in front of him, only to feel him pull me up by my arms."Not like that," he said. "Not dirty..."He bent down to reach me, his full lips meeting my as his strong arms held me. At first, I resisted him, almost pushing away, but Liam knew what he. I inhaled beautiful gasps of fresh air. My back was on fire, but I could rest a while.“Come and admire the prisoner’s back, Ophelia.” While I stood there naked and bound to the lowered crossbar, the two beautiful women examined my back.“You made the marks so even.” Ophelia said. “And the red welts are so bright.”“Yes. Whipping a bound man until he bleeds is a great pleasure…..and also a privilege. The prisoner’s whipping was very painful, I made sure. I wanted him to suffer. But I was careful. He had to hold out!Then he felt it: the exquisite, insidious pleasure had loosened his mental grip just momentarily. That was enough. A tremble, a slight rictus and the reflex began, quickly gathering strength. She felt it too, too, and stroked him slightly faster. "That's it Bobby! You're going to come... so good. You're going to let me make you come. Don't fight it, Bobby. Poor, sleepy baby. You know you want to come... so bad. Come for ME Sweetie. Come and sleep. Come... to sleep. Come... to.