In her state not being able to do anything ells time seamed to have no meaning, so even involuntarily she could count the smacks to her fine ass. They were a hundred to each cheek, in slow controlled strikes; the strikes had no rhythm so she could not expect them. Each time she orgasm the strikes would stop and the feather would some back to torment her clit that was clearly visible pearing out between the folds of her open lips, the attention would last only for the time the spasms of the orgasm would to be ended by another slap and the return of the evil fingertips.<br/><br/>After the hundred strikes and her final orgasm the feather did not come, instead her nipples were releaved of the clamps so she could lay on her back. Just as she did so and took her first breath a soft leather like flat object struck her nipple and breast the strike was not forceful more a tease, but to her sensitive nipples it was a jolt. And then well known soft lips came to kiss it better. Leaving again the second strike came to her other breast with the lip following, again her sex was neglected for a long time left to relax for a short while<br/><br/>