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“
Yes
,
Sir
,
”
I
whimper
.
He
comes
to
a
stop
…
but
I
can
no
longer
see
him
.
My
eyes
are
closed
as
I
try
to
absorb
the
myriad
sensations
coursing
through
my
body
.
Very
slowly
,
he
rains
small
,
biting
licks
of
the
crop
down
my
belly
,
heading
south
.
I
know
where
this
is
leading
,
and
I
try
to
psyche
myself
up
for
it
—
but
when
he
hits
my
clitoris
,
I
cry
out
loudly
.
“
Oh
…
please
!
”
I
groan
.
“
Quiet
,
”
he
orders
,
and
he
hits
me
again
on
my
behind
.
I
did
not
expect
this
to
be
like
this
…
I
am
lost
.
Lost
in
a
sea
of
sensation
.
And
suddenly
,
he
’
s
dragging
the
crop
against
my
sex
,
through
my
pubic
hair
,
down
to
the
entrance
of
my
vagina
.
“
See
how
wet
you
are
for
this
,
Anastasia
.
Open
your
eyes
and
your
mouth
.
”
I
do
as
I
’
m
told
,
completely
seduced
.
He
pushes
the
tip
of
the
crop
into
my
mouth
,
like
my
dream
.
Holy
shit
.
“
See
how
you
taste
.
Suck
.
Suck
hard
,
baby
.
”
My
mouth
closes
around
the
crop
as
my
eyes
lock
on
his
.
I
can
taste
the
rich
leather
and
the
saltiness
of
my
arousal
.
His
eyes
are
blazing
.
He
’
s
in
his
element
.
He
pulls
the
tip
from
my
mouth
,
and
he
stands
forward
and
grabs
me
and
kisses
me
hard
,
his
tongue
invading
my
mouth
.
Wrapping
his
arms
around
me
,
he
pulls
me
against
him
.
His
chest
crushes
mine
,
and
I
itch
to
touch
,
but
I
can
’
t
,
my
hands
useless
above
me
.
