“Ha, smelly bitch” He whispered in my ear. He slowly moved his hand down my thigh. I moaned softly. “Mmmmm. Gene, Please.” He spanked me hard ...sending a stinging sensation so violent it vibrated my spine. “What’s my name?!”He berated.“Fuck…….mmmm that hurt!!”I said indignantly.He hit me again hard against my back side. I shrieked at little. “Your name is Mr. Lamar….”“Or…..”“Uh….Sir?” I questioned.“Your not sure?” He mocked.“Please Mr. Lamar Don’t”“Please….. the bitch says. Yes, please Miss. . I just wanted a little romp in the hey with such a cutie.”My cheeks grew warm at the unmistakable sounds of kissing. Greta was improvising, using herself as a distraction. I heard the sounds of their mouths working together, the rustling of clothing. Greta let out such a wanton, soft sigh as hay rustled.“Yeesh,” groaned the stable boy. “Yeesh, that’s nice.”“You like my pussy, huh?” Greta moaned. “Ooh, I bet you do. With such a big cock. Mmm, just pump that big dick away in me.”The hay rustled. You certainly did. We meet on Friday nights and we need someone for this week. Our other slut had to move away and we are looking for a replacement." I am your slut, sir. Please take me and let me serve your group." I will take you whore, don't worry. Be ready to go about 8 o'clock this Friday and be sure and look nice."I was so excited I went straight home and went to bed with cum still all over me. When I awoke the next morning I was still thinking about my good fortune. This was Wednesday. He watched intently as she served drinks and when she sat she was in the middle of us on the sofa. Jean and I both were both nervous about what we had put in motion yet also turned on by the sexual feeling that was heating up between all three of us. I ask him of he would like to watch some porn with us? Of course he readily agreed, I suggested that Jean go put on something comfortable and I would put in a video.I told him we should strip to our underwear. Jean came out from the bedroom in a.