So I waited for a week, and then I went to check on her. When she answered the door, it was obvious that she'd just been in the pool -- she was drippi...ng wet and wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination.She smiled when she saw me, invited me in, and offered me a beer. I followed her into the kitchen, where she poured an imported beer into an icy-cold mug, and then accidentally dropped the empty bottle. When she bent down to pick it up, the crotch of her swimsuit was pulled so tightly. To watch you perch on the corner of the bed, your eyes fixed on mine, your hands firmly running over your flushed flesh, your breasts nestled in decadent lingerie, the matching panties drawn to one side to reveal a neat patch of hair adorning perfectly plump lips, would be my heaven. To be able to see your flexed fingers tease the clit that proudly pushes out between the exquisite folds of sodden skin, to see those fingers slowly disappear in to your throbbing cunt, to watch the sensual peaks. At the 20th stroke the poor girl is already crying hysterically. At 25th, she can no longer hold her pee. The strokes continued to rain down on her now bleeding bottom with no mercy until all thirty-six in this set have been delivered.The procedure goes on. They will save the punishment for her wetting herself till the end. For now, it's 64 heavy and non-interrupted swats of the paddle, to be delivered by two new executioners again.64! Her bottom is now a bloody mess, but no mercy still. During. The intricate design as familiar to her as the sight of her own hands. She relished the softness of it and cherished the beauty of the maroon swirls, the crème spots, the powder blue lines, the pink roses and the midnight blue of its border. She marveled in the knowledge that such a seemingly sturdy rug could be made of such a delicate fiber as silk, but she knew it was true. She sat and she waited. She waited. She waited for him to come to her. And, as she always did when she waited for him,.