I don't really know how long he had been out of the room but I was both nervous and hopeful when he returned. Maybe he would untie me. Or, maybe he wo...uld....smaaackkk!! The first stroke of his belt across my ass came without warning and was more numbing than painful and I gasped more in shock than anything else. But like spicy food the more strokes that came down the more painful it became and I lost count while screaming into the gag of my own panties and duct tape he had secure in me just a. He snuck back outto the porch for another toke of the pot. It was dark, and he left thelights off, so no one could see. He sat down on the chaise lounge andstarted rubbing himself and the bikini. "Oh, Billy, FUCK me! Fuck menow," he imagined Sam pleading. As he rubbed himself, he had the mostintense orgasm of the night, spewing his semen inside the yellow bikini. Billy was exhausted, physically and mentally from the experience. He layon the lounge for a few minutes, resting. . .We enter the building and make our way to the elevator get inside and Simon pushes the down button we ride down as if descending into hell then the doors open and we walk across to a red door Simon knocks twice and a very large black man opens the door Simon gives him his invitation and we enter then Simon removes my nipple flaps and the cold air activates my titties and my nipples rise like spikes from my chest we walk around meeting people and chatting for a bit I have a few drinks to loosen. She asked if I wanted another sandwich and as I hesitated, she laughed and got up to make me one. While Paula stood over the stove I looked around the house. The kitchen was good sized, but the living room that was visible through archway was enormous. I didn't know much about wood and furniture in general, but nothing in the house looked cheap. I could see a hallway across the living room and several closed doors that I assumed were bedrooms.As my eyes wandered across the furnishings I saw a.