In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark purple. Then I see my breasts, striped, with ...drops of clotted blood on their tips. I cannot see much of my pussy, but I don't need to. I can barely walk, the pain is so bad.I enter the walk-in shower and shower with warm water. My nipples start bleeding again. I have to pee, and do it in the shower, like men do. Otherwise I would have to do it again in front of Parker. He is looking at me. ”“She won’t mind. I’m sure.”“He.”“Oh.” He stepped back. While we weren’t in what I call a serious relationship, we had both said we weren’t dating anyone else.“Just a friend,” I said, then pulled him back. “I swear.”We kissed again, the lust flowed through me. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself. He grew hard against me and I couldn’t think of anything else.But then I thought of something that brought me out of my lust. “Do you have any condoms?”“No,” he said, slowing his kisses on. He had liked them almost immediately, both of them easy going and laid back. And neither one of which acted like a lot of the stereotypical "gays" he had heard about, or very often seen. Had he not be told they were actually gay, he wouldn't have known to be truthful about it. And had he not seen them together in the apartment, he'd never have suspected anything there either. But they were loving, affectionate, and extremely playful with one another, always joking and having a good time. He. Soon someone knocked on the door. I opened the door. I was too excited and happy to see Sam.Let me introduce to you all to Sam. Sam was the hooker I met in the club last night. Her vitals were 34-28-36, 5.7 ft height and very fair in color. I welcomed her in. I asked her to get fresh and went to prepare a glass of whiskey while she was in the bathroom.After a few minutes, she came out and we both had some alcohol. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and I was freaking out in fear. I thought.