I removed the man’s cock from my mouth only to say one thing, “Oh, my fucking God, deeper…. Deeper!”, the director had his face in my ass, hi...s tongue penetrating my hole, as I sucked the other man’s huge cock… My cock was dripping like fucking crazy, splashing against the metal table like rain on a metal roof. “MMmmmmmmmm…” I continued to moan, as the man thrusted his cock more aggressively into my mouth. But I kept pace, intensifiying the grip of my thick lips around his beautiful cock,. We all looked when a guy dressed in a Grey suit came in fairly well built looked like a church vicar to me if fact thats who i thought he was at first. He was in fact the Governor of the place. Then he took his jacket and tie off rolled up his shirt sleeve on his right arm, he selected a birch from one of the pails i could see now that they were about three and half foot long consisting of a lot of thin branches or switches. Standing on the other side of the appliance presumably as not to. It had been years since they’d seen each other. Old school friends, they’d run into each other by chance in a local supermarket and arranged the catch-up in which they were presently engaged. Janet had by now married and started a family with which she seemed very happy. Michelle, on the other hand, had never married. She worked as an administrator in a bank, a role she found utterly unbearable yet financially necessary. And so it was that their conversation went, intermingling stories about. "Why don't you let me turn that frown upside down? I'll make you forget all about it." The woman purred as she pulled seductively at Mitch's lapels. As the founder and owner of Three Crosses Rehabilitation Center, Mitch was one of the most eligible bachelors in the state. His generosity was legendary. No matter how small or strange the cause championed by local residents, Mitch always donated or lined up a celebrity to help support it. And the armored Mercedes G55 AMG, parked in valet, always.