Blinding excruciation again overwhelmed me. I choked on my scream, barely forcing the correct number out, as my spike-harnessed and extensively clamped and decorated balls and erection took the entire force of the whip straight on. Then again Melinda struck, and again, slowing down for nothing, whaling away at my crotch until all the clamps and clips were knocked away and I was as red and welted down there as everywhere else. Finally, at seventy-five strokes, she stopped for a moment.
“Halfway there, Slut-boy.”
She was puffed up, buffed-out and breathing heavily from her workout. Sweat dampened her temples and tricked beautifully down her heaving breasts. Salty drops scattered from her n*****s as she swung, but for the time it took her to smoke half a joint and recover she let me be. Th
