First over your venus hill, then over your shaved smooth pussy, then down between your long legs. Once all the way down you knew what time it was. You... were ready to give up the secrets of your body, because that bikini wasn’t coming back up. Marc seemed excited about how I was about to discover your pussy for the first time. I looked at you, looking for your permission. Looking back at me our eyes caught each other and with a hardly unnoticeable nod, you let me know it was fine. You wanted it.. Actually, Mon was quite a sight, wearing a button down shirt, tie and cardigan, Doc Martens and nothing else!I lifted the birch and swatted his cock again, and Monson screamed. Dude, Mon was like, gritting his teeth something awful, and Mon’s dick was looking kind of boiled. Astoundingly, though—it was still rock hard.I’m a bio major—experiments are my game. I lashed his cock about five more times, and it got redder and a little purplish and more welted, but Mon didn’t grab it, or grab me, and. ~~~I looked at my phone. A text came in from Daisy. Come on in, Daddy.~~~“Hey, Lillian, one more thing. Before I leave, what exactly is the backstory of The Factory?” I said.“So, basically, this used to be a nightclub. I was here when it was a nightclub. Since our city is known for it, our boss turned this into a strip club, bringing Social Media hoes, viral internet twerking chicks, Daisy, Raven, yours truly, and others. The only dude here is security. His name is Lance,” Lillian said. “On the first one, if someone asking questions destroys your faith, it wasn’t worth having in the first place. Try telling him that.”“I did. He disagrees. The thing is, you haven’t shaken my faith one tiny bit. How could you?”“I couldn’t, if it’s real. And you are, perhaps, the first person I’ve ever met where it IS real. No, I take that back, I think Jorge and Trish have real faith; they just don’t have quite the same conviction as you do. And that’s not meant to demean them, just to say that.