Chapter Eight-6

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“What do you think, Sam, are we done with the first of his three sessions?” Her hand rubbed my ass again. “Gosh, your cute little ass is going to be so sore. Between all the welts and bruises and blisters, it will take weeks before you’ll be able to sit down again. “Oh I really hope you’re keeping score. I want you to bring me at least a dozen times when we get done.” “Okay, enough of that,” Samantha interjected. While Marcy had been talking Samantha had again visited the wall. There was such a grand assortment of whips to choose from, but she found one that she liked. The first lash of a split leather strap was nothing I expected. I screamed and shook, trying to dislodge myself from this fiendish animal. The whip bit deeply into the backs of my thighs. She had a new and tender target

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