...." "Come on, I haven't got all night!" "Very hard," I said with a big gulp. "Hold your tits higher--they're sagging too much!" Danielle then walked in a complete circle around me, surveying the territory she was about to inflict pain upon, studying me carefully. As she came around to my right side she turned and bent over the chair on which she had thrown all the whips. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her sift through the field of leather monsters. I wondered which she would chose first. My heart was pounding inside my chest. Finally she turned, holding a pussy whip, an extremely painful, black-handled device with one single, eight-inch strand, at the end of which was a knurled button, perhaps a quarter inch in diameter. |