He grunted, a grudging nod of satisfaction, then raised the whip to rub the knob of its handle against her lips firmly, but with a teasing touch. A slight push brought it into her mouth, and she responded as she hoped he wished, sucking on the thick leather pipe, running her tongue ‘round the knob whenever he pulled this back a bit. He ran the moist handle down her chin, and then jerked her chin up with it. When he spoke, it was low, not angry, but determined. He told her that since she had wasted her body on herself to amuse herself, she could amuse him now – but without the blessed relief of his body. He tossed the whip down between her wide spread knees, the blades resting on her left thigh, the handle pointedly aimed toward her nether lips.
Sat Oct 18 21:15:46 2003