Actually she used to say growing girl, and it might have been the cook instead of my mother, but you get the idea.I told him I would clean up and that... he should retire to the living room to smoke a cigar."I don't smoke," he said."It's just a concept. You don't actually need to smoke."I cleaned up and called him in for dessert, a chocolate cream pie. I didn't make it myself, that would be just a bit too domestic. But I know guys like chocolate, and I read it puts everybody in the mood. He had. Each side. She doesn't jump much, but the welts start to rise as I can hear her whimpering. Grabbing her hair and pulling her to her feet, then pushing her across the back of the couch. Her face in the cushions, her ass in the air, I go back to whipping her with the crop. The welts criss cross her cheeks when I finally stop. “ So you wanna be my cunt do you?” switching to my hand and slapping her hard. “Well then, you must want my cock inside your pussy pretty badly, huh?” Spreading her cheeks. Then she let go of her, dumping the girl on the ground. “Take her. Carry her there and put her in,” she ordered to one of the large twenty-foot beasts that was standing nearby.The creature picked Jennifer up easily in its oversized hands and toted her off through the cave system. She was starting to regain some muscle control, but was definitely still too weak to put up a fight. Soon they arrived in another cavern, this one smaller, with no notable features except for a ten-foot-wide pool of. It was really nice there because he always had the same table. Very secluded and private. You could chat and not be overlooked or overheard. It was marvellous. They were perfect gentlemen. Guy was a carbon copy of Mike in that respect. No young man I’d ever been out with was so polite and considerate. They sat us both, ordered for us (after checking what we wanted of course), tasted the wine. It was so posh. All through dinner we talked, about me, about Lena, about Mike and about Guy. He told.