[Highwayman]

I chuckle as you turn your head, looking everywhere but at me. Slowly your knees part, barely a fraction, but enough to give me a look at your neatly trimmed pussy. Your hand slowly creeping down between your thighs, disrupting my view.

Please..Mark, please no more.." I hear your coarse whisper.

Reaching down to my jeans I extract the belt from the loops “Did I say you could speak whore” I ask as I get to my feet doubling the belt up as I take a step forward. With a flick of my wrist I lash the belt out before me, The stiff leather cracking as it strikes across your right breast.

“And didn’t I tell you to spread those legs” I ask lashing out to catch your left breast, “Now get those legs open and that hand busy, I want to see that fuck hole” I shout waving the belt before you “Or maybe you would prefer if I warmed it up this….”