disappear: there are only traces of the scourge, which are embedded in the bright flesh. I looked at a good salesperson, while she did not dare to raise her gaze on me. She was utterly intimidated by this unexpected revelation and captured by his charm. Ryka, who she had pulled to her waist, to tighten the fastener, was measured in the middle of the movement halfway between her and that sacred place she was afraid to touch.

On closer examination, the red lines were not exactly the same; The leather whip left a number of markings close to the friend from the friend, which corresponded to the pattern of weaving, and in these places the skin on the skin was more important. Probably, Claire beat very much. Some markings stood out in relief ... I could not hold myself and carefully passed them with my fingertips in order to better feel them, and at the same time sharpen the attention of little Ann on her degrading position, at the same time, as it were, after all that she had turned around ...

“It doesn’t mean anything,” I turned to the vendor. - Don't worry. Her chyt-chyt cut for the fact that she behaved badly, that's all.

We met our friends at five o'clock in the tea lounge of the best, where older ladies gather and talk in disgusting voices.

Claire, waiting for us, chose the most appropriate table. The joy that I experienced at the sight of her, surprised me. I understood that this day would be incomplete or just useless without it.

I just told her that she was beautiful, and that was already a lot. She silently looked at me. She seemed to understand something, something very far away. Her happy smile was very sweet. However, she once again asked us to show our booty. I gave her a shampoo, which little Ann left to stand under the table. Claire found the content and, with the air of a connoisseur, praised the advantages of the chosen models.

As always, she used the most blunt and degrading expressions, each time making her face grow fresh. As for me, I admired the subtleties of this torture: only a woman can play with such sophistication on the weaknesses of her gender. The impact that her words had on me gave me the reason that you can expect from her in the future.

She asked to describe everything that happened. In a few words, I talked about the most piquant examples and the strong impression that she gave to a young saleswoman.

- A girl behaved well? - Claire was interested.

I answered uncertainly, since I wanted to provoke new points of thought. Claire turned to friends.

- You're really happy, aren't you? Everybody knows that you are a hunk. - And hard: - Hy, answer!

- Yes ... I'm glad ...

- Glad to what?

- Glad tomy ... that showed ... that they beat me ... The babbling was barely audible. Did she repeat herself not understanding what she was saying or was she genuine?

- Do you like whip? - continued the highwaywoman. Soft lips formed in “yes.”

“Stand up,” Clare said.

She sat on my way. Little Ann, who was sitting between us on the left and the other, stood up.

She leaned over the table, turning her back to the wall. Claire continued:

- Put the pykami on the table and bend down ... Feet apart ... Bend your knees ...

The girl executed the order. Claire took advantage of the fact that no one sees her and asked Pyky behind her dress Ann. And right now, she announced a result:

- The girl is already wet. Should she just promise a whip ... Do you want to try?

I put the pyky under the hem and touched two thin fingers moving between my moist lips.

And again, I met Claire's eyes, warm and understanding, expressing readiness for the lowest possible development. The waiter, a young man, appeared to take the order. I was forced to take pyky. Clare, on the contrary, moved the chair to the wall, thanks to what was now more natural and did not stop its scandalous research. Little Anne panicked and tried to straighten. However, she didn’t dare to get away from the caress of her friends.Therefore, she remained standing, leaning over the table and clinging to it with pykami, and with a loud expression looked at the confused youth.

I tried to explain as long as possible what we want. It seemed that the truth, the waiter did not hear me at all, since he could not take his eyes off the good girl, who was sitting in front of him with an idiotic expression on her face, with eyes worn out and a mouth breathing. When I finally said:

“For the time being, we don’t need anything else,” he fled in horror.

Clare calmly asked:

- Hy, boy, good to you?

“Let me go, please,” Ann pleaded on her last breath.

However, Claire continued:

- What do you like more: when I just touch you or when does it hurt you? - Addressing me, she said: - Listen, Jean, didn’t you say that she dirly behaved the whole evening?

I confirmed that the girl detains punishment. Only this Claire and required. She knew for certain that this was not true.

- Excellent! - she said. - Well, let's give her the opportunity to cry.

Ann's face expression became even more painful. Now the mistress tortured her under the dress. When the waiter came with a tray for several minutes, she nevertheless pulled out a pyck.

“It's so easy for you not to get off,” she said. “When can you visit me at home, Jean?”

“Tomorrow evening,” I replied. - After lunch.

- Great, then postpone until tomorrow. You can sit down.

Ann put on a chair.

The waiter - already the wrong young man - put cups and dishes on the table, not paying attention to what was happening. Claire sniffed her fingers and brought them to her nose.

“Smell,” she said, “how you smell good.”

The girl back again.

- Lick it!

Ann opened her mouth and stretched out in front of her lips to gently suck on her fingertips, nourished by her own mouthpiece.