‘On your feet’ I ordered, ‘and bend over your desk’. Xxx sex This was good. Well, part of her body would shortly be far from cold, that was absolutely certain! I fetched a flogger from the cupboard… a sort of horse’s tail on a wooden handle, and holding her down proceeded to lash the front of her thighs. Red firey lines criss-crossed her swollen flesh; ridges deep and flecked with blood spots, bruise marks and dimples as she tensed and untensed her buttocks, but still her fingers were busy on that pinkly glistening and partly frothy cunt. There, at the end of the dark and gloomy passage leading up to the door, timorously awaiting my arrival stood a girl. The girl remained outside. ‘But I didn’t’, she protested, as I walked from




















