The Post is there behind Tracy, strapping an ordinary leather belt around Tracy’s waist. As the Hole gasps in this new pain and humiliation, Tracy gasps in pain from her legs hitting the stone table. I’m a vir-gen.”
“She’s a…daddy, I can’t, no!” Tracy stammers out her protests. “Like she fucked your life.”
Tracy stares down at the Hole, dildo hilt deep in the bleeding cunt. “That’s enough.” She stops at once. Just like you’ll do this to another girl if you don’t obey.”
“YOU’RE EVIL! Her flaming ass barely comes back at all. She barely notices. Contact with the whip is made, but she pulled out less last time, and so less whip struck her ass. She has to do something of her own volition that goes against her every moral fibre. This is disgusting to her. She doesn’t go far but Tracy is beginning to worry about herself more than the Hole.
