Her tummy pulsated again; she cried out as a few more lashes rained down on the young woman who now had as much rights and comforts as a medieval lady accused of witchcraft. She should have hated the idea of being whipped by another woman and having it hanging over her to lick the pussy of this woman standing over her. She felt like a hooker, but the sudden dislocation of anything normal began to work on her.

"Kneel for me, slave!" Mistress cried out "Yeah..." Julie mumbled and kept her back rigidly erect and her thighs together. "Does this slave want to know what I'm going to make her do?" the lady asked. Julie answered: "No thanks, I don't need to, Mistress".