Matt and Mark step away from the swing . . . drop their towels, both of them somewhat 'soft' for now, but shouldn't last long. Mark walks over to one of the dressers in the room, opens a drawer and extracts a whip made with soft leather lashes, not meant to inflict pain, but to induce an erotic response.
Walking to you, he extends it toward you, "Does my lady wish to examine the whip before I use it on Matt?"
Walking to you, he extends it toward you, "Does my lady wish to examine the whip before I use it on Matt?"