"And Billy let the beer wash over her hair, her face, her torso. She shivered from the cold, squirming on the barstool. Without a word the bartender w...as pulling more beer from the tap. Meanwhile, Billy grabbed Sara's glass, pouring that over her, too."Ohhh," she moaned. Her long, black hair got dripping wet, making it stick to her cheeks. Even the rough fabric of her jeans was soaked by the cold beer. Sara felt her t-shirt and panties clinging to her body.The bartender handed Billy still more. Up, down, up....then getting faster bit by bit." She smiled at Joe maliciously, and then turned to Molly, who was puffing frantically. Her fingers are trembling."Let me show him, Molly. Just so he knows what it's like." Her voice was warm and coaxing. Molly looked at her with open eyes, not knowing how to answer. She swallowed. "I....don't know." Ask your boyfriend what he thinks. Ask him if he's like it." The Indian girl responded warmly. Joe turned and looked at his girlfriend. No Molly!. Her face spoke of peace, though usually contorted into a comical expression, or smiling brilliantly, but now every muscle was relaxed. One of her arms dangled off the side of the mattress, her fingers brushed the floor ever so slightly as she twitched in her sleep, her other hand was on her chest. Emilie, a girl, hardly a woman yet really, with reddish brown hair tied messily in a bun, eyes that sparkled and drew attention due to their unusual coloring, and a curvy, yet thin body, opened the. SMACK the blow took four of the pins off Claire’s left flank, Cathy it seems is made of much sterner stuff than I. The poor girl gasped and shook as another blow whipped another couple of pins off, and she hissed as the circulation started to return writhing against the restraints. ?His name Claire? she crooned ?that’s all I need, just a name?. Claire moaned and shook her head. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Cathy’s blows where landing all over Claire now whipping the pins off her flanks before.