Wesley enjoyed her anticipation, enjoyed the familiar feeling of power, perfectly content to just let the tendrils of the flogger trail over her fair skin. Candi's friend had been right about her. This was something she needed. He focused on her breasts, holding the flogger up so the tails just tickled her nipples, and he saw how she arched her back. It became a little game, her arching, him pulling away. After a moment, she got frustrated and shot him a look, one with some attitude. Wesley stared back at her and then, without expression, brought the flogger down hard on her pussy.