My head was spinning, Miss, with whip marks all over her body and what looked like a ring in her pussy, I could scarcely believe it but I knew I was n...ot imagining anything, it was real. I’d often fantasized about having those things done to me, beatings and piercings for rings in exciting parts of my body.About half an hour later I was sitting by myself in the refectory drinking a coke and still trying to get my head round what I had seen.‘Do you mind if I join you?’I looked up, surprised, it. I never felt anything that felt this good. I was slapped on the ass a second time. I forgot. "Thank you mistress, I deserve this." "That's right, cock, you deserve this. I will not be so lenient next time." I loved the sound of her voice. It is commanding, but also so erotic. The slaver then reached between my legs and held my ball sack in her hand. It had the right feel. Firm, but did not cause any pain or discomfort. I never felt anything this pleasant. The slaver removes her hand and orders. Lacey, seeing Kristen using her nipple on Brad seemed to decide to move so that she could press my dick between her breasts. She then proceeded to envelop my cock with her big, soft breasts. Her nipples were touching each other as she slid up and down the length of my cock. I watched as Kristen pulled Brad to his feet by his dick and continued rubbing his hard cock first on one nipple and then across to the other as she sat on the bed. She seemed to be massaging her chest, and then neck with. But Betty wasn't taken in. Why should ordinary people have to suffer when the rich could still fly across the oceans just to get from one major city to another? What did that do for the world's sharply declining reserves of oil? What was so green about genetically modified potatoes that never rotted? Or gene-spliced pigs that could barely waddle with all that surplus blubber? Or those Frankenstein varieties of fruit and vegetables being generated in the laboratory? What about the obscene.