”“I’d love that.”His thrusts sped up and I felt my core getting warm.“I…I think I’m getting close,” I told him.“I’m barely holding... on,” he responded, sounding pained, as he panted. He lifted his pelvis a few inches to get his hand in there, not breaking stride and pressed his thumb into my clit. I gasped. “Your little clitty is so swollen,” he said as his thumb rubbed circles over it.“Oh, god,” I whispered. “I think I’m gonna cum.”“I can’t hold it,” he cried and plunged into me and froze. I. ”“Okay, what ever you say. I’ll see you back here on Thursday.”“Wait a minute, please. I may need some help. I think that I may have been fingered. Some bitch has been following me, and she’s not a customer.”“Okay, do you have a name or a good description? The regular rates will apply.”“I have a name, Beth Argo. What will you do to her?”“We’ll snatch her. If she looks good enough, we might sell her to Mexico. Is she a blond? If she is, we could send her to Saudi Arabia. They go for blonds. Her eyes and mouth opened wide in a silent scream and the belt struck her again, and again. He laid into her left and right with a steady, unrelenting rhythm, the supple leather cracking onto her round cheeks like a fusillade. Finely muscled legs kicked out violently but futilely and she began a long, anguished howling. There was a look of elation on Alexandra’s beautiful face as Elena’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body slumped lifeless over the log. Dmitri smashed his belt one last. So Mark left. Donny was about 19 and was a solid built k**. My wife was about 30 and she was flirting with him all night. Three other couples were still there and they were kissing and laying out by the fire. I told Peggy to walk Donny up by the back of the house as if she was in bed already and Donny had left so I could get the rest of the guests to leave without asking too many questions. I then went out to pour water on the fire and said I was tired and if they wanted to stick around by the.