This would be a weird position to tie her in if they were going to rape her, she thought. When Shawn walked in front of her holding a 3 stranded whip... with thin, 10 inch long strands of leather, Patricia realized why she was tied up like she was. She began crying again and begging for them not to hurt her. ?Silence, and stop crying!? Shawn shouted. Patricia struggled to stop the tears flowing but she couldn’t help it. She stopped talking and Shawn stepped behind her and began massaging her. This is the 4th bar tonight. When I get drunk and horny I start bar hopping looking for a freak who may want to get busy tonight. I approach the bar, having too much to drink already I just order a beer, take a sip and scan the lounge for females. There's a cutie barmaid with tatoos and a ring in her nose, sometimes gives me free shots and tells me what night she works. There's the club owner and Disc Jockey. I notice a couple of girls I know from the bar I hang out at the most, we sometimes. But if you’re uncomfortable with it it’s not mandatory.” Joyce and Sandy talked for another hour about what to wear the cocks which were going to be there. Sandy suggested she bring at least one pair of extra panties as they have never had a party whereby the end of the evening all the women’s pussies were leaking cum profusely. It’s no fun driving home in wet panties. Joyce hung up the phone she looked at Al, “tonight should be a lot of fun, please be sure were on time.”Sandy didn’t live more. Barton had not been able to set this up and was relying on Alexa’s superior IT skills to make it all work. Jonathan, in the meantime, was shown by the headmaster’s secretary to a room backstage that contained two punishment horses. The room was otherwise empty, safe for a couple of chairs. Jonathan thought it felt quite weird to be in this room on his own. After standing around for a bit he decided to have a closer look at the punishment horses. They were truly ingenious devices, adaptable in.