“Mrs Hastings,” he called but she just lay there her as her more than ample bosom heaved with her heavy breathing. xxx “Oh, was I drunk?” she asked. “Isn’t that nicer than being pushed up against a wall for a few seconds while some drunken oaf uses you?” he asked. Mrs Hastings did her best but the excitement was becoming too much, the whip slipped in sweaty hands as her erect nipples swayed awkwardly as she slashed the whip back and forth across Penny’s tender young rump. Her left breast exploded in a cataclysm of agony, “Aaaaggghhh,” she squealed. She heard a tentative knock on the door, he went out of the room, spoke to an unseen woman and returned carrying a tray with hot buttered toast and coffee.




















