Anita was checking out her cell phone messages and she was not aware at all about was happening just a couple yards behind her.I had a clear, unobstru...cted view of the naughty lady, while being seated right in front of her. across from my wife. The woman seemed to reach almost a climax from time to time; because she stopped suddenly and, after some seconds, she started again to move her fingers under the loose skirt.Only while this woman was climaxing, stifling her moans and trying to suppress. They cheered and clapped as I came in and I knew immediately what my job was to be. For months he had showed me my real place in the world. I was a cum-dumpster, and I would take as many loads as I he wanted me to.I crawled to the cock closest to me. More cheers and laughs. One of my masters friends, I hoped at least. It was huge, I’m no great judge, but it was at very least nine inches, probably more. Even more impressive it was so thick, as thick as a can of coke. I almost panicked at the. I am a bad daughter.As we walked back to our room every one we passed stared at it. I becamethe biggest freak on the street. The next morning when we came down forbreakfast, Carla spotted it first and said, "My God girl, I hope that isa Henti and not a real one." I turned three shades of red when everyoneturned to look, but I quickly assured them it was only a temp and that Ihad just gotten it as a joke.We planned to pick up the motor cycle and then drive up the road that ledto Miami and. My bottom and upper thighs scream out in hot desperation. I am sure this agonywill never end. A particularly vicious blow lands across my buttocks pushingme forward as I cling to the chain that holds me up. Without pause a secondthen a third blow land across my bottom. Each blow sends me lurching forward,my thighs banging against the cross brace. My screams are a primal plea butI still push my bottom back toward you each time. There's a split second pausethen the fourth angry blow and I howl.