" Her eyes laughed with her."So what's a pretty girl like you doing in a... ?" I looked around for an appropriate description of Pablo's Irish Bar."Fo...rgetting men," she said. "What are you drinking?" The most expensive Scotch in the world. Men in general or one in particular?" One in particular. Is it really that good?" It is. And it's made at a tiny distillery in Scotland so remote that you have to send your own pack of dogs there to fetch back your supply." Pablo sends dogs to Scotland for. He laid me down face-downwards on the bed, and gently soothed the raw areas with arnica cream. ‘God,’ he said, ‘that went a lot too far. It was lucky I didn’t hit you across the kidneys or you’d be pissing blood. I really shouldn’t beat you when I’m angry like that. I’m dreadfully sorry pet. If it ever happens again you must use our safe word and stop me. Promise me.’ ‘Darling’, I said, ‘It wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I am so sorry for upsetting you. Please, please forgive me.’ I felt so. I grabbed my purse and drove to school. It wasn't until I got to school and was faced with that walk through the mob of students that I had second thoughts. I couldn't just sit here in my car though. I got out and grabbed my purse and my coffee and headed for the door.There were more than a few hands on my ass as I threaded my way through the crowd of kids. Some of them still made way for me but I guess word was out and a lot of them left me just enough room to get by and grabbed my ass as I. This carried on for what seemed an age until Janet obviously orgasmed on my face and finally they both got off me. I was sobbing and unable to move, everything hurt, my shoulders, my neck, my jaw and most of all my stomach.Kathleen knelt down and Janet squatted on the bed, "Fuck me Janet look at the marks my heels have made on him, he is going to have some serious bruises soon". She pulled me up into a sitting position, still sobbing as I started to rub my tummy. Janet had her hand on her.