‘Think what a marvellous time we’ll have training you.’ Dorinda groped for the right approach. ‘What about conscience? Do you have any? What r...ight have you to make me a prisoner? You can’t possibly expect me to play your silly games?’ ‘You will, y’know,’ Mark sauntered over to a cupboard. When he retraced his steps he was flexing the slender length of a wicked looking riding switch. Calmly he offered it for inspection. ‘You’ll do whatever this tells you to, darling,’ he chuckled. ‘Terry always. Placing my gloved hands at the nape of his neck I began to gently caress his hair and scalp. With my mouth locked on his, as our tongues entwined I could hear myself softly moan as my clit rubbed against the fly of his jeans. Forcing his bulge at my exposed cunt, I fucked at the rock hard protrusion. Both his hands began to squeeze the flesh on my naked ass. Lifting one leg off the floor, I rubbed my cunt hole onto the prominent bulge, dry fucking the straining denim encased cock. He removed. See you in the morning,’ signed Dennis McGuire. Cliff smiled and then he went to get some ice. Dennis had done his homework. He not only found out that Cliff was a scotch drinker but that he preferred Johnny Black. Cliff unpacked and stripped down to his undershorts. He fixed his scotch on the rocks and turned on the TV. He watched a little bit of the Late Show before he set the alarm and went to sleep. He slept soundly and was startled when the alarm went off in the morning. NEXT STOP ATLANTA. Annie, curse her black heart, used these occasions to torment the men, married or single, who attended and Larry, poor schmuck, never noticed.After about six months of this a couple of guys tried to tell him that he needed to talk to her, but Larry laughed it off. He said that Annie was just a "natural flirt" and it was all done as good, clean fun. Let me describe one of those episodes of "good, clean fun." Larry had come to work for the same company I work for and he had joined our bowling.