“Will you help me?” asked Sharifa.“It seems you’re determined to do it with or without my help. Very well then, I’ll help you,” replied Zu...beydeh.“Oh thank you, Zub. I knew I could rely on you,” said Sharifa as she hugged her grandmother joyously.Zubeydeh thought for a moment. “What sort of clothes have you here?” she asked.Sharifa showed her the wardrobes.“I think it’s time we went shopping,” said Zubeydeh, after she had looked through the elegant clothes available.Sharifa gave her grandmother. We rang the bell and waited for someone to answer, it was all feeling remarkably normal as we stood there. That is until a middle aged man wearing nothing but a cape and a mask opened the door and invited us inside. We paid our money and were shown inside to a small ‘living room’ with seats around the outside, a small bar on one side and a cage hanging in the middle of the room. There were a few couples in the room but all still dressed and just chatting, however we were relieved to see that. It was the best, hardest, most painful fuck I have ever had and I wanted more. My cheeks begin tingling and my throat was so parched. I felt my body rocking on the edge of the dark abyss I so highly desired falling into. With one last hard jab into my pink little hole we fell off the edge together, screaming as I rode the wave of my orgasm for as long as I could. He stayed in me for a couple of minutes stroking me gently, calming me down. Lightly caressing the marks he bore across my chest.. She was referencing part of an essay I wrote for her class too. She was really trying to get in my head, and it was working. I was completely submissive to her, I could have taken the collar off if I wanted to. I didn't want to though, I liked being helpless. She struck me again and again, making me jump each time as the whips stung me. She was getting aroused by this, I could hear her breathing deeply from behind me. After about 15 lashes she put it away. I was so anxious and nervous while.