She looked him up and down. Luke was dressed entirely in black except for a red flannel shirt he normally kept in his truck. ‘Where’ve you been?�...� Luke closed and locked the front door, and then he strode past her. She got to her feet and followed him to his bedroom, lingering in the doorway while he took off the flannel shirt and began unbuttoning his jeans. ‘You won’t have to worry about Scott Brooks anymore,’ he told her, pulling the black shirt over his head. Doreen’s breath hitched in. "The, uh, the book said that, ooh, oral stimulation was quite, uh, uh, stimulating." Saroya continued wiggling.Brandi lifted her face from Saroya's pussy. "Stay still, and I'll show you how good it feels. Just like Mr. M. did to me."All it took was the mention of my name to jolt Saroya from her sexual stupor. She jumped from the bed. "I have to get back. Now."I took a step closer. "And there's something I need to get."Saroya slapped me across the face. I staggered back. She wrapped one arm. Then 2 of the customers eachgave her 10 more swings across her back & tits too. Angel now had been whipped30 times each across her ass & pussy & then across her back & tits. She was notcut anywhere, but she did have some lovely stripes around her body with somenice welts to go with them. Angel had taken all this nicely too. She hadsquealed some as she was being whipped, but she did not scream even 1 time. Now she asked "Are you gentlemen going to fuck me now & if so, how do you wantme. I do. No vent," she moaned. The moan was loud enough to warn the men in the building. Vee hadn't eaten sensibly since she came back from Konstanz ... and she was one of those rare women who produce the finest products of intestinal unfortitude when she was running on empty instead of on full. Her last real meal was a salad bar at the Caf in Konstanz and there isn't much that exceeds the malodor of lettuce, pepperoncini, dill pickle, black olives and mushrooms mixed with stomach acid ... The green gas.