My fingers slithered up and down her tight little crack and lightly over her anus. My hands gently commanded each leg to spread a bit giving me greate...r access to her wanton pussy. In this position, with her legs spread, I massaged the hot oil onto her outer regions. Her pussy lips were swollen and seemed to match the temperature of the oil. In long strokes, I massaged up and down her outer lips, not yet penetrating her with an eager finger. Her butt was raised, her little body twisted a bit to. With hand signals, he made his plan clear to the others; even the girls seemed to think it was a good thought.?Well, Ellie, it’s now time to use your mouth on these starving cocks. I will beat you with my own special, twelve strand, flogger until each cock is fully satisfied by your mouth. ?And, don’t spill a drop or I’ll change whips and string you up again so you can feel the intense pain of my snapping single tail. I’m sure you don’t want that. Do you, stupid bitch???No, Mistress, I’ll. Thirty minutes later, with her mascara running and robe ajar she lay on the ground and wondered what it would have been like if she never met him. She ran harder and harder as her anger coursed through her. Sara was never proud about what her anger made her do. The man she had been looking at was tall, young and muscular. He had a shaved head and dark skin. “You waiting for this,” she asked while she ran and smiled. “I was never much for running,” he said. “But I like the chase. My name is…”. Then the chair moved slightly. He smiled. As he finished his meal her voice softly spoke ‘Thank you for welcoming me to your table. I have no need for food any more. The thoughtfulness is important to me though.’ He thought ‘You’re welcome.’ She smiled in response as he cleaned off the table, put the leftovers in the fridge and did the dishes, including hers, although they were not used that evening. After that evening he found it unnecessary to respond to her when she communicated with him..