Indeed I’m straining so insanely I’m amazed not to be bleeding freely. Oh, how long could it be until Mistress uses that tiny but so hugely significant key? Not until after I’ve been ass-beaten worse than ever before, certainly…
But no… Clearly Jill is as eager to begin f*****g again as I am. Though she kneels next to me and whales away with all her customary viciousness, striping me from knees to hips, she spends a mere twenty or so minutes at this. Then in an act of loving solicitude as rare as her recent p***s releases, the owner of my abused flesh pulls a bottle of soothing lotion from one of the pockets of her robe. Gently she begins to rub this into the dozens of wounds she’s just inflicted. My quiet sigh is more eloquent of devotion than any strident peroration.
“That feel nice, m
