Again I brought my hand slapping down against you, the opposite cheek this time, and again you yelped in pain. I alternated my strikes from one cheek ...to the next, your flesh a deep pink and itchy sore with the blood that rushed to the tortured skin.It was such a pretty site to see you flinch, your ass cheeks tensing and releasing every time I struck you. I began to gently stroke at one cheek as I slapped hard at the other, my hand almost involuntarily slipping downwards and inwards. I’m really. “Oh yes!” I replied. “And I can take both your pricks too don’t worry!” I said as my speed built up.My tarty black high heels dug into the room carpet, my legs drifting wider as my wanton behaviour fully took control. I began really thrusting the toy up my cunny, sending sprays of my fanny batter flying out and onto the floor.“Fuck me your soaking wet!” Niall said as I really pounded myself.“Nothing like I fucking will be by the time you two have finished with me!” I spat back at him.I was now. The idea of your filthy, globby sperm being anywhere near me, or my clothes, or my bed, or (yuck) touching me or (I can hardly say it) INSIDE me makes me want to throw up. IF you have been trying hard to please me though, you can BEG for a little squeeze or a tiny touch; and IF you beg well enough and IF you are lucky and IF I feel sorry for you, I MIGHT give your tiny repulsive thing a few yucky yuck squeezes and sick-making rubs THROUGH your girly panties ~ just to keep your hopes up. Hope is. Brad turned to me and asked, “You don’t mind if the guys see your new outfits do you Lisa?”Well after all, it was my idea. I shrugged as casually as I could. I’m fighting to hide my own excitement. I said, “I don’t mind, Brad. I can use all the male opinions I can get. Some of the things I bought are kind of revealing. I’d like to know if your friends think I should return them.”Larry and Gordy grinned from ear to ear and Larry said, “Sure, we don’t mind. Do we Gordy?”Poor Gordy. He just shook.