As she left, William again came forward. “Yes, what?” he barked. xxx Several dim lights illuminated the interior. Maybe it was just to show them to her, or perhaps they were comparing her to their dolls to see how accurate they were. No two slaps landed in the same place, and soon there was no place on her ass that was not red and swollen. The sight of herself was now a part of her fantasies. “Yes, master,” she answered. In big letters across the side of the bus near the roof line it said, “slave missy’s Punishment Tour.” In slightly smaller letters beneath that it read, “Witness the punishment of a repentant terrorist.”
Mr. We are already almost sold out for tomorrow. It was a quirt, a long rod with three thin strips of leather braided and attached to the end. He also said softly
