I was grateful for the break in the sexual tension.But it was him. Texting from the back room. “I’m texting so I don’t embarrass myself with you.... This fucking story is so hot, this shit you write is so real… and, well… if you wanna help, or join me… you know where I am. Worst case, I’m gone in a day and a half.My mind raced. This was one of those moments you think will never come. I texted back one word: “Serious?”His response came. “I’d love to try. See if it’s better than before. If it’s. “So that there is no disagreement on the count, you will call out the number of each stroke. Understood?”“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice trembling. I couldn’t tell if it was in embarrassment over her revealing position, the fear of the punishment to come, or both. In any event, I drew back, and then whipped the belt as hard as I could square across the center of both globes.CRACK!“One!” she screamed.I waited for the welt to rise. Drawing my arm back once more, I let fly.CRACK!“Two! Oh my. ”~~~In the days that followed, the printing of papers and the stroke of a pen provided a little legal foreplay to the events to come. Then Mark and Annabelle met in an uptown cafe, the gentleman in smart casual and the lady just downright smart. It was a carbon copy of the outfit she had worn at their first meeting, all crisp and smart and well-fitting, from the understated necklace to the three-inch, open-toed pumps.They bought their own drinks, greeted one another politely. Ms Croft’s voice. After a few moments of stroking our cocks into the girls eager mouths knowing that they were bucking and grinding their pussies and asses together we both came in their mouths. Terri took the toys out of her first then turned around and gave Amanda a quick hard thrust to both the toys in her. Then leaned over and dribbled the load I had just given her into Amanda's mouth."You're right." Terri said to Amanda. "I now know why you love it so much, lets clean up and head to the club, I want them.