Crown me
please
Ive just landed on the other side of the board.
Finally, I get the feeling that someone has taken Wests place behind me using a pony crop, not the heavy flogger. Then theres a genuine whip that sears my skin and my fear redoubles as the blows crack hard. Strangely enough, Im hardly objecting. A smaller single tail whip follows as my assailant moves closer. Im not sure whats worse: this one or the bullwhip he used before. Both create a mean sting thats hard to make eroticthough I seem to manage for a while. But when its the fuckin rattandammit, he knows how I hate that thing!
Come, I hear Wests voice again, although its so far away, I wonder if Im dreaming.
I shake my head like a madwoman. I would cackle and swear if I could.
Cmon, Jewel, he whispers r
