The beaker about half empty ,Miss PC stopped pouring ,she smiled ,the rest can be used to purify ,as you know slut ,pee is very pure and with the salt its a wonderful way to heal wounds .I realized what she was about . No please Miss for the love of Mike no .
Tsk tsk once more your refusing my help ,my contribution to your well being Just to show you my heart is in the right place I'm going to ignore your opposition to my helping you
Pouring the contents of the beaker on my raw bleeding pussy ,again she had me screaming in agony ,the salty piss running into the wounds
Oh come now don't carry on so ,you know I only think of your health ,we need to cleanse the cuts and after all its your own fault that forced me to apply the whip .
I couldn't believe my ears ,I lost it ,yelling you fucking whore how the hell can it be my fault ,your just a mean vindictive cock sucker who
Overs to hurt me .
That caught her attention ,she strode to the table chose the pimp whip Metal clothes hangers woven together ,the sharp ends sticking out at different angles .
I began pleading ,sobbing begging her not use it .
Her soft voice cold as ice ,it would seem you need another lesson in politeness .