" At that bit of news all three of us started laughing. Mrs Jackson just stood there looking at us. "Oh Mrs. Jackson, sit down and let me buy you a dr...ink. Relax and get to know your customers a bit. We really are nice people, no matter what you may now think. Let us prove it to you." "Well sir," she started. "Randy, my name is Randy please. This is Diane, this is Misty." "Very well, um Randy, my name is Christine, please call me Chris." She sat down between Diane and I and ordered a Long. Mike had an athletic build, a farmer’s tan, thick dark brown hair I wanted to run my hands through, and sensual lips I wanted to nibble on. Martin on the other hand was on the bigger side, dark complected naturally, and I didn’t pay much attention to him sexually. Technically the only guy I had really looked at like that, other than Mike of course, was Terry. Terry an Mike were around the same age, mid 20's, but Terry was more of a teddy bear. He had adorable dark blonde hair and probably an. " Oooh boy, the vultures are going to be circling, John. And some of them are not going to be happy," Mary Jo nodded toward Cathy Kramer who was steaming toward us."You son-of-a-bitch!" Cathy sputtered. Before she could get off another sound, Missy nudged past her and sat down."I've got our tickets, John," Missy said, giving me a smile and a kiss. Things were so quiet that you could have heard a feather drop after she said that.I looked past her to see a huge smile on Mary Jo's face."But, but,. For the first time since this started, I felt no hands on me. They must have been admiring their handiwork.Then I heard it.I recognized the swish of the horse whip before it landed.I screamed, but the gag was going it's job. They all laughed and seemed to take turns whipping me.Every now and then a hand would smack my ass, or probe my pussy or ass."Damn! This bitch really wants this, check how fucking wet she is!"I started hearing zippers. I lost count.Suddenly, a dick was shoved into my.