"You know what to do. Strip and get over the whipping bench," ordered Martha, "You won't be shackled because I'm not a customer. You will count each s...troke. You won't move or try to get up until you are told that you may. Do you understand?" Yes, Madame," said a very frightened Jacqui, quietly.She quickly slipped off her overalls and lay over the whipping bench. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the agony to come when she saw the actual birch cane in Martha's hand."Yes, this one really. Everyone is gathered around now saying hello to each other)(I begin eating my food and start thinking about what you meant. I look at my girlfriend) hey, how are you doing? I know my family can get a little rowdy sometimes (I chuckle. She responds and tells me that she's having a blast)(I peer over to you giggling with her and I start to feel something. Something like jealousy. It’s a weird feeling that overcomes me, I mean, you’re my step brother!...but I just can’t shake the feeling. Before I. Both of them were well endowed and I wanted them inside me together. “Slow down baby, I don’t want to cum yet.” I slowed my movement slightly until I felt Jake’s hand on mine. “How bout we get to the main event?” he winked at me then looked to Mark. “Top or bottom?” Mark shrugged. “I know how much you like back door, so you get top this time.” I like the way he said this time, it implied there would be more. Mark laid on his back, drawing me on top of him again. “You ever done this before?” . "You're my girl and that's that."She pulled back and looked up at me. "Your what?"I frowned. "My girl?" No, before that. What did you call me?" Ebony Eyes?" Yeah that. What does that mean?"I shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know, it just sounded like the thing to say. Ebony is dark and beautiful and pretty rare, like you."Her brows furrowed and then she smiled her beautiful smile, making her big brown eyes sparkle. "I like it. But only call me that in private, okay?" You got it," I said, and.