I heard footsteps walk away from me, so at that point i was all alone and i tried to get loose out of the rope that was holding my hands together, but... they were tied so good i was not able to. Then i heard footsteps come towards me and while i was hoping it was him, i somewhere deep down knew it wasnt. I felt a hand reaching towards me and then a yank of my hair to lift up my head. I heard a voice say: So this slut is laying here waiting for me?Before i knew it, i was penetrated while my hair. " which made me start laughing.I was expecting Sophie and Amber to at least smile at my words, but all I got were some very serious expressions and a "Let's do it" from Amber.I was shocked. They were seriously considering my stupid idea. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it, so I asked them: "Really, you would do it?"Amy's response was quick, definitely quicker than I expected: "Sure, let's meet up at Bedford Ave in front of the caféteria at 1 AM. It's close to the. "Fuck you. Do your worst. I'll never talk."As the mask slipped over her eyes, I growled, "It is you who will be fucked, my pretty."I stepped away from her, shaking out the quirt, and getting myself ready mentally for what I was about to do. For the first time, I was about to whip someone for the pain, and not the pleasure. This was not gentle flogging designed to bring the recipient to several crashing orgasms. This was to be a whipping to inflict pain. Yes, it was what she wanted. I only hoped. I was licking her on and on and on. She came right on my face. The juices tasted salty but I loved it. She was shaking with pleasure.I took her to my arms and took her to the bedroom. I rolled her onto the bed and got my clothes off. She said,” You’re better than your dad”. I then jumped onto the bed and kissed my way slowly from her toes to her boobs. The navel was the best. I wanted to cum on it. I fondled her boobs for the first time.They felt so soft, so juicy. I felt like I was holding a.