Sure enough, the date went great. We went back to her place, had a drink and we retreated to her Guest Bedroom. I loved fucking her in her Guest Bedr...oom. This room was obviously designed for erotic pleasure. It had a kind of 1920’s whore house look with red felt wall paper, a brass bed and red high back chairs. Red lights lent an Amber glow in the room. Kate loved to dance and she did an old-fashioned strip tease dance for me and then lay down naked on the bed. She could be pretty raunchy at. It was nice having a girlfriend with her own place. I was having trouble finding places to fuck and suck with Mom or Wendy.Mom was spending her Tuesday nights 'consoling Kate' while my Dad was bowling. I used this time to give Wendy spankings and fucks, but soon my Dad's bowling league went on summer hiatus. My mom still went to Kate's house on Tuesday nights but Dad was home so I had to depend on sex in the front seat of my pick up truck. Cramped to say the least. So mostly Wendy and I were. ’ I didn’t understand for what reason, and although I already wanted to go to my apartment to try to forget the incident, I had to give in, after all, this was not my car. After almost half an hour, of which I took advantage to look for more pleasant music in the car radio, she returned, already changed into more casual clothes, of jeans, T-shirt and sandals. She also took a small gym bag. He got inside and told me: ‘Take me to your house. I don’t want to stay here by myself.’ Her proposition. But, why women? I thought all the new anti chauvinism laws were about promoting the rights of women while depriving men of those same rights. A form of reverse sexual discrimination? Why were these two women getting the same treatment as the men? Both women were hanging by their wrists so that their feet were not touching the stage floor. Both also had numerous red welt marks on their backs and asses, and big "C" brands on each ass cheek.Just as I was admiring the view of both women getting.