She threw her head to one side in an unspoken invitation, making herself vulnerable to him. She looked over her shoulder and stopped him mid stroke when she said, “Get out of me! Her legs had been stretched in one position for so long that they couldn’t hold her weight yet. Her long legs and lithe frame was hidden underneath plain clothes that neither accented nor hid her figure. He plunged his fingers deep into her hole and started nibbled on her clit. Mistress asked if she had her footing and she obediently nodded yes, not making a sound. Not too much, but enough to flatter. Simultaneously, his hips thrust upwards deeper into her emptying his last powerful stream of seed into her. It was his fault she was this frustrated and angry. She was so lost in the moment she didn’t even realize that she had been spun around once again facing the audience. She knew that feeling anywhere, as a leather ridding crop landed sharply on her hardened nipples again. She swung again with her free hand, and again he caught her in mid swing and pinned both arms over her head.
