<strong>Vern ~ with Madison and Moussad in the play room</strong><br/><br/>Vern was at the wall picking out which whip to use on her while she was speaking. He picked one out. Snapped it into the air and shook his head then put it back. Picked out another.  Snapped it in the air. The weigh and feel were to his liking.<br/><br/>"Good, singing just might save you," Vern replied. "But not from what I promised you."<br/><br/>It had three tongue with knots on the ends. He reached into his pocket and set a note pad on the shelf. Stepped back. Moved his arm and shot it out. The note pad exploded in a shower of graffiti. It was perfect.<br/><br/>"This is gonna hurt a lot," Vern said as he walked to her. His hand stroking over her breast and played in her cunt. Teasing her heat as he watched knowing there was nothing she could do to defend herself.<br/><br/>Moussad entered quietly. He stood off to one side watching. This one he wanted.