It’s a rather large park, with a big pond, a play ground, a swimming pool, and even a little outside theater for concerts. I spend a great deal of t...ime here now. Lost in thought and the music, I’m not paying much attention to anything around me. It’s about forty five minutes into my jog, when I feel as though I’m being followed. I kind of feel uncomfortable and pick up my pace. It's broad day light, so it’s not like anything is going to happen, but my overactive imagination runs wild. The. “Uhh, it’s your pussy,” I mewled as he continued his erotic punishment. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK,SMACK! “My pussy,” he said with a grunt as he smacked me one final time. “Daddy’s pussy.” “Oh fuck Daddy I’m cumming… ahhh!” I said as I started twitching and shaking uncontrollably in his lap; my internal muscles spasamed, feeling a rush of my pussy juice gush out of me. His fingers rubbed against my cunt as I came down from my orgasmic bliss before I felt his lips place a few tender kisses to. The sign read Bailey's Barn. Like the college girl had said, it was an old automobile dealership building. Also like she said there was a live band. The band started at 9 PM which was fifteen minutes away after I arrived. While I waited I took a quick tour of the building. I carried a draft beer for ballast. The band was elevated slightly above the showroom floor. The bar was set up in what had been the office area. The two bay repair area was kind of a lounge.The smell of burning carpets was. Victor opened his eyes wide when he saw me; he said I looked hot.After dinner, as we walked into a dark local pub, we found just two empty stools to sit down by the bar. I felt like a street hooker on display the way all the men in this place checked me out. After a short while, a black guy approached, asking if he could invite us a drink. Victor smiled at him and answered of course he could.He introduced himself as Joseph. We made a toast to us and started to chat. Joseph was a truck driver,.