Looking down at Miriam, Don felt thrilled by her smooth, sunburnt skin and her carefully piced eyebrows. Knowing this sweet head beklonged to him instilled s surge of power, and he moved it in rhythm to his cock beating time, his hands firmly grasping her thick hair. He could just hear her moaning and rapped back at her "Suck it good, slut! You're here to serve, fuckin' serve!", then just groaning with pleasure as she licked his shaft. Blood and precum rushed into his member and made it fill up her mouth. Any moment now, he would cum in her.

As Jason approached Abigail he swung his whip, crackling it to take the snappiness out of her. he noticed with a smile how her eyes followed the whip. Bound and on her knees, she wasn't in a good place to resist him. "You don't want to end up in jail, do ya, girlie...?" he asked with a dry twist and let the first lash hit her back, right between her elbows.
"Nnnghh!" she moaned in reply. "hey little Miss Medals, you're not running anywhere from here I think!" her captor replied and drove the whip down on her back again. Sure enough her pussy and her rear opening were clear to access, but he so liked pushing her to cry out by flogging her. Wow what a jolt to see her tumbling about and trying to evade the whip. He flicked his wrist to see the knotted leather straps rundown on her shiny back. They folded out like rivers on a plain, and the next moment the pained grunt of Abigail filled the air. “Now maybe you’ll know who to be up-nosey against” he said, lifted the whip, looked and struck again. “Aaaughh!” she breathed, chewing into her gag and knowing none of her holes would be spared.