"I felt my hard cock throbbing beneath me. He started spanking me harder now. I winced in pain, but I loved every dirty second of it."You're my little... whore now, Wendy" Jim said. "Aren't you?" Yes sir," I said."Then get on your back and spread your legs for me."I felt him pack more lubricant up into my ass. I knew what was coming next.He mounted me like the girl I knew I was . I winced in wicked pain as he entered my virgin ass for the first time with that hard tool of his, but soon, I was. Do ye comprehend that?” I warned Maggie.Lady Shackler giggled in response as she lay underneath me, her legs now wrapped around my waist.“You’re my lover, not my husband, milord. You owe me nothing. I owe you fealty, as does my lord husband, I should add. I owe him things that I can no longer give him. Since I cannot give him that, how I can ask it of him, not that I could, anyway? He’s a man and takes what he can get from a lady, wench, or maiden alike. A woman does as much when she can, just. "9o'clock! Fine sir! Anything else I can do for you Mr Doe?"Although a multitude of ideas stubble is your head, you answer negatively and head for thebar across the street from the hotel for a last chance to "meet" someone. As you get out of the hotel, a black fellow with gray hair wearing an hawaiian shirt shouts witha strong caribbean accent from behind the bamboo bar on the other side of the road. "Look who is back ladies! John! Come and give me a hug man!"His name is Jerry. He is the owner. Once the two blondes were rolling around in the large bed in Debra Jo’s suite, the kid gloves came off — on both sides. Debra Jo liked it down and nasty and with the stamina Vickie now had from working out with Sonia — in every way — she was able to give Debra Jo the kind of girl-fucking she craved. Debra Jo called her at least once a month now and Vickie made sure never to disappoint her client. She always wore black and slinky and made sure her heels were stilettos. Last night had been the.