“All of them!” he said, pointing his whip at one of the assistants. “He’s not late… Okxxx “I present to you,” William yelled above the crowd, “The Whipmaster!”
The leather-clad man bowed from his seat on the Harley and then bowed once more after he had dismounted. “Crack!” the whip struck again. She then continued silently, “He’s telling me how I can get through this.” She tentatively ground her crotch against the metal pole. He stopped facing the crowd. At “forty-five” missy let out a long, wailing scream that rose above the noise of the crowd. She was trebling with excitement. And more people were streaming out of the shops and offices to get a closer look at The Whipmaster.
