Her Three Guys 2

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Her Three Guys)

Part 2 By Bob Salinas I squirmed and watched helplessly as Mistress Ellen picked up a many-thonged whip and approached Slave Number Two. He watched helplessly in the mirror in front of him as She drew back the whip. He had a splendid view in at least three mirrors of the way She used the whip to paint red streaks of pain across his ass. Twice, three times, four times She brought it down on his exposed backside. His body lurched, but his body was too firmly positioned, fastened helplessly at head and knees, to avoid the blows even if he had really wanted to. One more time She struck him, the thongs striking right down the crack of his ass, wrapping over his asshole and around his bound and aching genitals. I almost felt sorry for him, but then I realized that, like Slave Number One and Slave Number Me, he had stripped and knelt naked before Her as a video camera recorded his statement. Like him, I had said

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Her Three Guys 2