Here at last.

 

I watch as you walk towards me down the sloping corridor, a huge smile lighting up your face as you see me at the very front of the crowd with a big bunch of roses and holding up a card with the word “Holly” in big, bold letters. Although this will be the first time we meet I know it’s you because you are exactly as you have described yourself, in precise and very personal detail, in the hundreds of emails that have flown between us, and I know it’s you because you’re dressed as we’d agreed; a thin top with a low, wide neckline that presents your breasts to the world, and more to the point, presents your breasts to me, and an even thinner, but otherwise sensible, comfortable skirt, worn with no underskirt, but which covers your hips and legs quite modestly, and comfortable heels; an elegant but sexy outfit for a sensible, mature woman to wear to fly.

 

But you and I know differently, don’t we. We know that deep down, you’re a bad girl, a very naughty girl, a very sexy girl, and that under this demure exterior you have on only a pair of thin panties which you have pulled up tight between your legs, and then rolled down so that effectively you are wearing a strip of folded material across the tops of your thighs which rubs softly against your cunt as you walk and allows your dark pubic hair to press directly against the thin fabric of your skirt. The strong afternoon sun momentarily spotlights you from behind, and my heart stops, in that instant your legs are perfectly silhouetted through your thin skirt.

 

I smile back, a lump in my throat, my heart suddenly big in my chest, and my cock suddenly big in my trousers.

 

I know that you are walking straight towards me and that your cunt is bare.

 

We stand for a moment just looking at each other, then I kiss you, a peck on both cheeks in the approved French manner, then we wrap our arms round each other and I crush your body against mine and kiss you full on your lips, my hand behind your head to press our mouths softly together, to hold us more softly together. I feel your tongue slip between my teeth; your breath is sweet. I crush your soft, full breasts against my chest. God, I want to see them naked!

 

Hearts pounding we stop kissing to catch or breath.

 

I say, “Holly,” and we kiss again, and with our bodies pressed together, our tongues slide over each other and again I taste the sweetness of your mouth.

 

I take your flight bag and give you the roses. You hold them up to your face and breathe slowly and deeply, inhaling their delicate fragrance with a huge smile, and kiss me again.

 

I let my arm slip down your back to rest across your hips. I cup one of your arse cheeks; a moment of giddy delight as I realise that soon I will be able to see your arse cheeks naked, and kiss them, and pay them the ultimate compliment of spanking them, before I kiss them again and allow my tongue to slip down the deep dark crevice between them and lick your sweet anus. Perhaps I’ll spank it, too. Struggling to conceal the erection that is tenting the front of my trousers, I continue, more quietly, “Let’s get your bags and get you over to the car.”

 

You nod and smile, and slip your hand in mine as we go to collect your bag and then cross the concourse to where my car sits in the warm summer sun. In a moment your cases are in the trunk – and we are together, close together, driving out of the airport. The scent of your mature, womanly body fill my senses, and I struggle to maintain a flow of small talk about the roses I’ve given you - they are lovely lying there on the back seat, your flight – on time, and the food – aeroplane food! The inconsequential chatter stops as I give up the struggle to think of something polite to say, and instead I turn to you and say the phrase you’ve come all these thousands of miles to hear,

 

“Pull up your skirt, Holly. Show me your legs.”

 

With both hands you slide the flimsy material up your thighs so that the hem is just below the folded strip of your panties. With a smile, you stop before you reach your sex. I glance down at what you’re displaying to me and my breath catches in my throat. I want to stop the car and molest you there and then, but we keep going and I have to be satisfied, for the moment, with the view your legs. You sit and smile your sweet, innocent smile. You know the effect you’re having on me.

 

I give up the struggle to be any kind of gentleman, and say,

 

“Higher.”

 

In response you lean towards me and unfasten my belt and ease your slim hand down the inside of my shorts. Your fingers tease the tip of my cock.

 

You withdraw your hand and to my disappointment you pull your skirt back down, but my disappointment turns to delight as you slide your skirt off completely, slipping it down your legs and over your shoes and allowing your legs to spread a little as you reach behind you to drop it beside your roses on the back seat. Your hand slips down my abdomen and you once again snakes round my cock. You gently wrap your fingers round it. I am very hard.

 

I slip my hand between your legs and you keep them apart as you briefly ease your hips from the seat, so that together we slip your panties down your legs too. You leave them by your feet and spread your legs much further apart. I press my fingers firmly between your legs and play with your naked wetness, slipping two, then three fingers into you and stroking the inside of this most personal and private and lovely part of your body. And so we sit close beside each other in the car, suddenly making easy small talk about each other’s body, and then we lapse into silence as we enjoy softly playing with each other’s genitals, not doing anything much to each other; that pleasure is still to come for both of us, but just reassuring each other that all dirty hopes and dreams and confidences and we have exchanged by email are about to come true.

 

The road is fast and empty. As we get closer to the house, I clear my throat, and say,

 

“I’ve dreamed about your breasts, Holly. Let me see them.”

 

You look around you and nod your agreement as you realise that the road is virtually deserted and that the darkened glass will prevent any prying eyes seeing you from outside as we speed past.

 

My cock becomes even harder as you take your hand away from it, unclip your safety belt, and cross your arms to lift your thin top off your body in one easy movement. Apart from your panties and your heels all of your clothing is now lying on the seat behind us. You are now completely naked beside me. You quickly refasten your belt, the strap running diagonally between your pale, soft breasts, your dark nipples hard to their full three-quarters of an inch as I sit snatching glances at the magnificent woman beside me. It takes a huge effort of will to keep my hands where they are, one on the wheel, the other between your legs, but it is a privilege to gaze at your body. You place one hand behind your head and slip the other back down to encircle my cock.

 

We get to my home and the gate swings shut behind us. I stop the car a few yards from the door and kill the engine. The almost complete silence of an early summer evening envelops us as we unclip our belts, and I take my hand from between your legs and sit and stare at the beautiful, smiling woman beside me.

 

Your breasts are exactly as you described them, soft and full, the skin quite pale, each one wonderfully more than I could hold in one hand. I ache to kiss them, so I do. I run my eyes down the smooth contours of your stomach to the sweet tangled thatch of your dark pubic hair. You’re sitting with your legs apart and your soft inner thighs lead my eyes inexorably up to your cunt. I sit and inhale deeply, savouring the scent of your excited and mature womanhood. You are irresistible.

 

“Holly, darling. I we stay out here I’m going to cum. Let’s go in and do it properly.”

 

You agree, and with an even broader smile you lean behind you and pick up your roses and step out of the car, naked except for your sensible heels. I take your hand as we walk to the door and then you turn to watch as I go back for your bags and re-join you. I crush your full, soft body to mine, and with my heart pounding in my chest I kiss you once again and I open the door.

 

I take your hand and proudly and confidently you walk naked into my home for the first time.

 

A little later that evening I wait in the library while you to dress. You are tired but not sleepy, so we thought that a shower would help to wash off some of the effects of transatlantic air travel. For obvious reasons it doesn’t take you long to dress; you enter the room wearing a different pair of heels and a fresh little pair of panties which are rolled down to display the dark triangle of hair at the base of your abdomen. You look exactly as I’d hoped; my beautiful dream girl, sweet, sexy, and submissive. I am completely naked and do nothing to disguise my erection. I drop of my excitement trickles from the tip of my cock and dribbles down the shaft. Unbidden, you lean down and cup my balls and the base of my cock in one hand and lick me clean. Another drop appears and you lick it up too.

 

“Holly, I want you to eat something a little more substantial. You’re going to need your strength,” and I wave at the tray I’ve prepared for us with some small slabs of foie gras, some biscuits, and an open bottle of chilled wine.

 

We sit and eat a couple of mouthfuls of the rich food and wash it down with a sip or two of the wine, but neither of us really wants food.

 

We look at each other. It’s time.

 

I sit back in my chair and instruct you to stand up and lift your hair clear of your shoulders.

 

“Good, Holly. Now turn around slowly and let me look at you.”

 

You slowly turn on the spot, and when your back is towards me I get up and stand close behind you. Pressing myself against you, your back warm against my stomach, my cock pushes into the joyous cleft between the cheeks of your arse. I slip my arms round you and cup your beautiful breasts, one in each overflowing hand, and then, with no warning, I pinch your large, erect nipples between my thumbs and fingers, squeezing them harder and harder until you gasp. I let go immediately.

 

“Holly. I don’t want to have to gag you. Be quiet,” and I squeeze your nipples again, much harder this time and for much longer. They are rock hard in their excitement. It’s like squeezing two small pebbles on the shore. You are breathing heavily, your breasts are rising and falling in my rigid grasp, and I know you want to struggle and to scream. But you are a good, obedient girl, and you stand still and let me hurt you. I continue to pinch your nipples until I feel you begin to rock back and forth, as if to tug your nipples from my grasp. I know that you are in great pain but I am heartless.

 

I whisper in your ear.

 

“Don’t move, Holly. Stand still and I will let go, but not before.”

 

With a huge effort of will you make yourself stand absolutely still and, true to my word, I let go.

 

The pain of your blood rushing back to your tortured nipples is almost worse than the pressure I’d inflicted on them moments before. You gasp and drop your hands to comfort your breasts.

 

“Holly, you’ve let your hair fall. Why? You know that I like your shoulders to be bare. Turn around.”

 

You drop your hands to your sides and turn to face me. Tears mark your cheeks. I cup your breasts then lean down over you and kiss your hard nipples, comforting them with my tongue. I kiss them again and again, and then I say,

 

“Turn around again, Holly. I’m going to do that to you again,” and with a sniff you lift your hair clear of your shoulders and I once again grasp your hard nipples, squeezing them and rolling them between my fingers and thumb, as though trying to unscrew them from your breasts.

 

But this time you have learned how the game is going to work. You stand, barely breathing, silent like a statue, absorbing the pain and letting it dissipate throughout your body, letting it reach down, deep down and into to your cunt. I know it has got there when the room suddenly fills with the heady aroma of your excitement. I let go of you and turn you round so you are facing me once again. You have been weeping silently and I salute you for that, rewarding your silence with a kiss to your eyelids and your tear stained cheeks.

 

“You may let your hair go,” and immediately you drop your arms and stand there, rocking back and forth from your waist, making little mewling sounds in your throat as you hug your arms across yourself to comfort your poor, sore breasts.

 

I unwrap your arms and hold you tightly in mine and kiss you full on the mouth, crushing your soft, lovely, pain filled breasts against my chest, and we stand there, simply kissing, playing the same games with our tongues as we did at the airport. You’re body is soft and warm against mine, your tears beautiful; I’m unwilling to let you go, but my desire to take us where we both want to be wins, and I lead you over to the leather armchair.

 

“I’m going to whip you and kiss you, everywhere on your body. Now.” And I sit you down in the armchair and tell you to keep your arms down by your side, no matter what.

 

“Don’t move your arms. Don’t protect yourself,” and standing over you I pick up my belt and bring it down to crack across the soft flesh of the top of your breasts. You howl in pain and instinctively lift your arms to comfort and protect yourself, and I immediately lean down beside you and place my hand round your neck, my thumb pressing directly on your windpipe. Your tears stream down your face.

 

“The game is simple. Don’t protect yourself. If you cover yourself I will not let you breathe. But be a good girl, let me whip you, and I will let you breathe - as much and as often as you like.”

 

I keep my thumb on your throat and kiss your mouth, preventing you from taking a big breath before I whip your breasts again. Your sweat trickles down your face as you start to panic and I feel your heart beat faster, so I lift my lips from yours and kneel beside you, my thumb still on your throat, and before you have time to draw in any kind of breath, I bring my belt down hard across your breasts again. Your mouth opens wide in a wordless squeal from deep in your throat and again you lift your hands to protect yourself, and I play the game and control your breathing by pressing my thumb just a little harder on your throat until your arms fall down to your sides again.

 

I hit your breasts again, and this time you merely grunt and lift your hands a little, manage to stop yourself, and you drop your arms back down again.

 

I smile and stand up, and I take my thumb off your throat and lean down to kiss you where I’ve just whipped you. I love your breasts when they’re soft and creamy, and I love them when they’re red with the angry marks of my belt. I kiss them and lick them, savouring the taste of your salt sweat, and I stand up straight again, and say,

 

“I’m going to whip you properly now. Do you still need my thumb on your throat to keep you still? 

 

You just sit there, looking up at me with pleading eyes, and I look down at you with admiration but no pity, and lift my arm again. I look down at your wonderful body, almost naked, shiny with your sweat, and look deep into your eyes. Wordlessly you nod.

 

With no delay I whip my belt down across your soft flesh once more, twice more, three times in quick succession, giving you no chance to protect yourself, but I am proud of you; your breasts heave up and down as you frantically pull air into your lungs, and you burst into wracking sobs of pain, but otherwise you do not move. You make no effort to protect yourself from my flailing belt; you merely sit still, a pain-wracked sacrifice to my sinful and depraved delight in controlling you and abusing you and hurting you. My cock is like a fencepost, a hard dripping rod of flesh waving in front of my stomach as I whip you again and again and go on whipping you.

 

Your face is awash with your tears and your body is wracked by your deep sobs, your breasts swinging freely as your shoulders heave, but you accept your punishment in silence.

 

Good.

 

I stop my assault on your soft flesh. The tops of your breasts, so soft, creamy and smooth only moments ago, are criss-crossed by the dark ridges and red weals I have burned into them in my barely controlled lust to torture you. I spread your legs and kneel between them, leaning my whole body against you where you sit, my erection painful in its intensity as I nuzzle your tortured breasts with my face and kiss the fiery marks my belt has just inflicted on them. You are beautiful as you sit there, immobile in the face of your pain and distress. I kiss your breasts and nipples once more and kiss you full on the mouth before licking your tears from your cheeks.

 

You are a wonderful woman, Holly.

 

I offer you a sip of the sweet wine, which you accept greedily, downing the small glass in one. I too drink some more wine, but a little more slowly; after all, my body is not in agony. I offer you more but you shake your head, and so I take your empty glass, place it beside mine on the table, and kiss you again, our lips sweet with the taste of the wine and the taste of each other.

 

I take your hand and help you to your feet and guide you to bend over the back of the armchair you’ve been sitting on. Your legs are straight and tight in their heels, and you bend forward at the waist and support yourself by leaning in the armrests, your wonderful full breasts swinging free as the hang down from your chest, womanly and beautiful. They look so vulnerable, sore and red and angry where I’ve whipped them. I’m tempted to abuse them further, but instead I kneel down behind you and run my hands up the backs of your lovely thighs and I slide your panties down your legs. You lift one foot to allow me to remove them completely and are about to lift the other when I stop you.

 

“No. Just spread your legs, Holly.”

 

You know what’s about to happen; nothing can stop it, so with your panties still wrapped loosely round one ankle, you move your feet apart, exposing your cunt, and then you dip your back and turn your toes inwards to display your sweet little anus to me as well. Still kneeling behind you, I run my hands lightly up your taut thighs and gently squeeze the soft skin of your arse cheeks. Then I lean forward and kiss your cunt, greedily running my tongue round the inflamed and swollen dark pink petals of your labia, kissing your secret places, and sucking your sweet viscous fluids from your excited body. I run my tongue round my lips, savouring the taste of every drop of your thick mucus before swallowing it. As I watch, more and more of your wetness seeps from between your legs and trickles slowly down your thighs.

 

The aroma of your excitement is intoxicating.

 

I fancy I can hear your heart beat; you stand there, bent over and apprehensive, but excited by this lewd display of your mature sex in the certain knowledge of what is about to happen to it and to you. I kiss your cunt one more time and then lift my head slightly. My breath catches in my throat. The pure, carnal beauty of the sight of your most secret and personal place simply overwhelms me. I gaze unashamedly at the tiny perfection of your sweet, dark anus as it nestles in the darker flesh, deep down between the pale globes of your broad, inviting bottom. You are a beautiful woman and this is the secret core of your beauty, hidden away from all but those most intimate with you, hidden away from all eyes except mine.

 

Your anus is openly displayed to me for my pleasure; to admire it, to stroke it, to lick it, to kiss it; I do kiss it, lifting my hands to ease your bottom cheeks apart and turning my head slightly to one side to kiss you in the same way as I have just kissed your mouth. My head moves from side to side as I rub my lips softly across these small lips, and I hardly breathe as I slide my tongue up and down, up and down, across this tight, tiny sphincter which has filled my dirty imaginings as I have stroked and teased and inflamed my stiff cock into erupting in my mind’s eye into your open, smiling mouth.

 

Now I have seen my heart’s desire, and have kissed it, and licked it, it is time to pay it the ultimate compliment, but first I kiss it once more and stand up beside you, and with no warning bring my belt down across your bare arse. A fiery line of red, inflamed skin immediately springs to life across your pale, soft flesh. I take deliberate aim at it and hit you there again. Your whole body shudders and you half stand up, your hands flying back to cup and to protect your defenceless arse, but you are a strong woman, a brave woman, and you realise that I need you to submit to my attack with no demur and no attempt to deflect me or to deflect the leather belt that is yet again swinging down hard across your body.

 

It hits you for the third time and again you jump, the shockwaves of the blow travelling across your inflamed flesh, and you squeal in dismay, your big breasts swinging free as your shoulders heave uncontrollably, and you breath a deep, shuddering breath; you clamp your mouth shut as the used oxygen hisses out between your clenched teeth. I am lost in my admiration of your strength and your character and your determination not to scream, not to jump up, not to disappoint me.

 

I realise that I am in the presence of a wonderful woman with great strength of mind and great strength of purpose. You have the inner strength to simply remain there, naked and bent over with your legs spread and your most private and secret parts displayed for my lewd delight, and let me whip you. It is beautiful.

 

After many strokes I stop hitting you and kneel behind you again and kiss your cunt again. Your sex is dripping with your pain and your excitement; your thighs shining where countless streaks of your fluids have trickled down your legs. Your whole body is bathed with your sweat. You feel my hot breath between your legs and force your toes to point inwards even more, proffering your cunt and your arse to me for me to kiss or to… do anything I want. You have gifted me complete power over you. I love it and respect it and exalt in it.

 

I lean forward again and kiss you deep in your sex, my face pressed deep between your waiting, desperate labia. I kiss you and lick you, and suck and swallow, the taste of your excited cunt filling my mouth and the smell of it filling my nostrils. I again try to lick you dry; a forlorn hope in your present excited state, so I lift my head to kiss your anus again, kissing and sucking and licking you once more before I perform the final act of the urgent brutality I need to inflict on your willing but agonised body.

 

I’m going to whip you between your legs.

 

I step round beside you and take your hand in order to help you to stand up. You stand tall, with your legs apart and your back straight, proud of the whipped breasts you display for my pleasure as I stand beside you, admiring your magnificent body and the damage I have done to it. I kiss you, and you smile at me through your tears, and gladly accept the small glass of sweet wine I give you. The ice in the bucket has melted but the wine is still cool, condensation from your glass making you jump as it drips on to your breasts. You close your eyes in sensual relief and delight as the cool water trickles over your overheated and abused flesh. You indicate the bottle and I begin to pour again, but you take it from me, and press the wet, freezing glass against your skin, rolling it slowly over your body to cool and soothe you where I have whipped you.

 

We drain the little glasses and I place them and the bottle side by side on the table. Then, for the last time this evening I lead you by the hand and with your legs straight you perch on the high back of the armchair that has already been one of the engines of your punishment. I walk round behind you and take you by the shoulders and carefully lower you backwards on to the chair. Your body rests on the small of your back with your broad, womanly arse still perched on high, but I keep lowering you until you are essentially upside down, with your shoulders resting on the seat of the armchair. Your breasts sit high on your upside down chest; they nestle almost under your chin, and your legs dangle on the other side, bent at your knees so your bare toes just reach the floor.

 

Your head hangs off the seat and your lovely brown hair just reaches the floor. Your shoes have fallen off and for the first time in ever my presence, you are completely naked, bent backwards over the back of the armchair, completely exposed and defenceless with your taut stomach and pelvis the highest part of body and your feet and hair just reaching the floor. You cannot even get up without my help.

 

I look at your beautiful and contorted body, loving what I see, but there is still one big adjustment necessary before I can start to whip you properly between your legs. I pick up your feet, and one by one I lift them high in the air, giving you time to bend your knees so that your heels rest on the cheeks of your bottom. Now you really are upside down against the back of the chair, with your full weight resting on your shoulders. Bent double at the knees, your legs naturally spread wide apart. Your cunt is now the highest part of your body and just below it your anus is also completely exposed.

 

I realise that you are a mature woman, not a silly slip of a girl; you can hold this position, but not for long.

 

I walk round the chair again, my erect cock bobbing as I move, and kneel down with my face between your knees, worshipping your exposed sex and your exposed arse. I lean forward and push your knees even further apart, slowly sliding my palms down the inside of your thighs so that they reach your labia at the same time as my face. With my fingers I ease your sex apart and bury my nose and mouth deep inside you, as deep as I can, pushing my face hard against your pelvis as I probe you with my tongue. I am in darkness; my heart is pounding in my ears; I am suffocating in the warm, sweet oblivion of the gorgeous, soaking wetness between your legs.

 

Once more I kiss you there, licking and nibbling and pinching your tender flesh between my lips, sucking your sweetness into my mouth and shuddering in my delight as I sip the liquids from your body, swallowing your sexual mucus again and again; a wonderfully, desperately filthy act in my depraved desire to have you, to possess you, and to kiss you and to whip you and to cause you great pain, and then to possess the naked magnificence of your body.

 

I’m too excited. I’m about to cum, to spray my own juices, wasting them against the furniture. I dare not kiss your arse. I am simply too excited. I will cum! I resolve to whip your cunt and then to pay your sweet little anus the ultimate compliment of whipping it, and then I will kiss it, and then I will allow myself to cum. I will ask your permission to cum in you, or to cum on you. Which part of your body I smear with my cum will be your choice, Holly, yours alone.

 

I stand up and walk round you to stand with my feet on either side of your upturned face; lying on your back as you are, you have no choice but to gaze up the full length of my legs to where my swollen balls and stiff, hard cock ache for their release. I lay the tip of the belt on your neatly trimmed pubic hair and take careful aim. I lift my arm and the belt comes swinging down, flexing as it does, the tip flicking into you, and smacking with a deep crack against your pelvis. Your dark pubic hair offers you no protection and you howl in your dismay. I hit you again in the same place and I am again rewarded by the sharp crack of the belt against your body and the loud, animal howl from your lips.

 

You are upside down and cannot escape or protect yourself in any way, so I say,

 

“Make as much noise as you like, Holly. No one will hear you. In fact, I like it.”

 

And I whip you once more, the belt landing flat on your stomach and the tip whipping wickedly into the base of your abdomen. You scream as I take half a step forward and bring my belt crashing down into your exposed and dripping cunt. The shriek is deafening, music to my jaded ears, exciting me so that I feel my cock begin to twitch involuntarily. I whip the belt down once more into your gaping, pink, inflamed cunt, and revel in the satisfaction and the power and the downright depravity of having turned you upside down and of whipping the tip of my belt into your naked sex.

 

My world is disappearing in a pink haze, but I whip you again, and again, and again. You are crying pitifully all the time now, like a wounded animal, vast, shoulder-heaving sobs and howls that threaten to dislodge you from your precarious position. But I don’t care. My cock drips constantly over your upturned body and I have to spread my legs to accommodate my swelling balls, and I am whipping your cunt, Holly, I am whipping your naked cunt. With all my strength I bring my belt down between your labia and I stand above you and I whip your cunt as you scream and choke and cry and gasp at my feet.

 

In a little corner of my rational mind I know that I am about to cum, and before that great darkness overtakes me I must whip one more part of your body, your most secret little place. You know and I know that deep between the cheeks of your bottom, in its own sweet, dark world, your beautiful anus, which has filled my dreams, awaits the appalling attention of my belt.

 

I have no time. Without a pause I move another half step forward and bring the tip of my belt arcing down and I smack into you, hard into the sweet little arsehole that I didn’t dare kiss in case the feel of it and the smell of it and the taste of it drove me to my orgasm too soon. I whip you again, the tip punching into those sweet dark lips I couldn’t kiss. I whip you again, and again, and again. You may be screaming, I don’t know. I can see that your mouth is wide open, that your chest is heaving as you force the air out of your body. You must be screaming, but all I can hear is the roaring in my ears and the pounding of my heart and heaving of my own chest as I struggle for enough air to keep my arm swinging up and down, up and down as I drive my belt into you time after time.

 

I am dizzy through lack of oxygen. I stop for a moment in the hope that it will let the fire between my legs and in my cock recede just a little. I want this pleasure to last forever. Once again under control, I cannot resist the wonderful picture of your magnificent body spread out before me. I whip your anus again, and this time I hear you shriek; it’s too much for me. I must cum.

 

But I must ask your permission before I smear your beautiful, full body with my seed. You must tell me where you want me to cum for your pleasure and for mine, in your body or on your body. After all this, surely I am due you the respect of asking your permission to cum.

 

“Holly… where?” I manage to croak. But you are in agony. You can barely speak; you are upside down; I have whipped your breasts, your cunt and your arsehole to the point almost of oblivion. With a huge effort you shout at me,

 

“Stick it in my fucking cunt, you wonderful, sweet, wicked bastard!”

 

And I do.