Ruiz hung moaning and dripping sweat, the marks up and down her body starting to swell, the pink stripes darkening to bright red. Indian sex She came over and over while he pushed another finger then half of his thumb up inside her. They kept pushing each other in a spiraling dance of pain. “Wasn’t that nice?” she asked. His mind was still completely fogged by testosterone and frustration. Then, she though back to their session in the other room. Her on the bench, him with the cane in his hand, swatting slowly then quickly, hitting the same spot over and over until she flinched and then he punished her for that. “Peter, maybe…”
“Get up!” he barked. Then, she lowered the Beam until Ruiz’s feet touched the floor. “Maybe the other hooks. She leaned back on her heels, planted her palms on the floor and tried to push herself up but it was no use.
