EXTRACT FOR
St. Andrew's Cross
(Amber Cove)

Music with a strong beat started playing. Anna came back this time from the left of the stage, she was gripping a hot pink colored flogger in her hands. She knelt down before Cherise and bowed her head down as she raised the flogger up in an offering like gesture. Before gripping the flogger in her hands, Cherise pushed off the floor length, black silk dress she was wearing off of her. It dropped and puddled around her ankles on the floor below her as she stepped out of it. Quiet applause and murmuring began at the spectacle displayed to the audience observing.



Cherise stood there proudly, clothed only in what looked like quality lingerie from Victoria's Secret. The tight black, French panties hugged her shapely ass and her tits were almost busting out from the black three-quarter cup bra she was wearing. She looked amazing as her body was hotter than I had imagined it would be. Her sight was topped off by the shiny, black, knee-high boots she was wearing. Being up there on that stage, and with those high heeled boots, she looked at least a foot taller than she actually was. Standing there strong and proud, without even an ounce of embarrassment. Her dark brown luscious hair was pinned back in a pony tail, and with the whip in her hand, Cherise looked like a dream and a nightmare all at once. She grabbed the flogger from Anna's hand, who by then had scurried away. My pussy was becoming wetter by the minute in my slacks. 



Cherise turned, facing Josephine there on the cross. Then she raised the pink flogger in her hand and began swinging it around through the air. It was almost as if she was summoning some kind of tornado from the Gods. She appeared to be in some kind of trance. I watched her very closely. The handle of the flogger was held quite low, almost perpendicular to the floor. Her movements were laconic, almost lazy like, or perhaps it was her timing. Either way, there was a kind of disconnected way in which Cherise was swinging the small pink whip through the air above her. She was possibly teasing Josephine. Getting close but not touching. The 'swishing sounds of the flogger wisping through the air became the only sound in that grand hall as the audience settled in, everything was all but silent. 



I was becoming uncomfortably hot and and began squirming in my chair, rearranging myself. Claudia leaned into me and whispered in my ear.



"Watch Josephine, Roxanne."