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“Watch,” he replied, pointing at the screen. The man said something to her and she nodded again. The strap arced and struck across her breasts once more. I was sure she squealed this time. “Tell me what you see,” David said. He nudged the control another notch and the dildo penetrated my p***y a full two inches—just enough to make me a wanton slave to the vibrations. “He is whipping her breasts, Master. She is screaming.” “What else is she doing?” “She is nodding her head.” “She is asking him for another stroke across her defenseless breasts. He whips her only as many times as she asks for.” “I don’t understand, Master. He’s hurting her. She is in pain. How can she want him to do such a bad thing to her?” “For gratification.” “His gratification?” “Yes, his, of course. But also he