Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe. Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle's gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, "you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far." He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of huge an average bull-whip's speed, with its cracker made from a much softer material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact. Erica's jaw dropped upon seeing the tits whip, quickly rushing to her husband's side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip girl had crept within Anthony's mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected. Poor Annabelle had cum no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything. Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were quick to develop after each impact, each five times the width of the whip's tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes. Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony japanese torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle's face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony's pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker. Idly as she thought she found her fingertips playing with the T-shirt she was wearing, curiously she looked down, it wasn’t her own and without really thinking she raised the collar above her mouth, scrunching up the fabric slightly and holding it to her nose. I pulled it out, staring at the pink cloth. Mrs. Armstrong's head snapped up. Interesting. “Electrical engineer sir” Broadstairs explained. Up ahead of them Adam could see a picture hanging on the wall in the living room as he peered through the window. At best she could hope for the ghost cum to make a question that did not hit one of her kinks, but the ghost could not keep trying. And sure enough it was Randy. At first, she was squeaking and squealing as she tried to wrestle her way out from under me, but once the kissing and touching started, those squeaks and squeals turned to moans and heavy sighs. “Cause I don’t want my plans to go a-gley; I need a smoke, let’s go out back.” They decided to meet the next morning for coffee. This animalistic part of my brain begged me not to move a muscle. Business law fucking sucks! She moans. “Subject two, identification symbol 'Peter' is fixated on unknown entity.” said the voice showing tits me an image of a rather buxom girl that I realized was Peter's concept of Becky. San stood behind me, got between my legs and gently placed the broad tip of his cock head girl at my entrance. The petite beauty was surprised by the force of the orgasm, but she was all too willing to receive James' load. huge My mom made me cum. She was obviously on a high, even if she was exhausted. 6 - Homecumming Gods do not exert such direct influence often. “Maria, I want you! They were going to need some time. He couldn't wait. "OK, till tomorrow," Trish answered. Leaving her to flee down the corridor, I walk into the large, elegantly furnished room, and confidently greet the two women inside. Thank god I have you. "Damn . . . This is not much better japanese though.