He used to like to tie me up with my ankles in the air, fanny spread open while he slapped my arse with his slipper, pretending to be my boss. The di...rty bastard gave me a taste for riding roughshot, but I hadn't met anyone after him who was into it.I'd wanked myself off a few times at the thought of being bundled into the back of a works van by a couple of builders, taken to a deserted outbuilding where they would take turns to give my cuntyhole a good poking with their big fat cocks. I. Would you believe me if I told you she came on to me?" You're kidding! When?"Lana couldn't quite imagine it. If it was the same girl she remembered, she could believe that. But she couldn't see Lucy and her together. Lucy didn't seem the 'type' for one thing. And for another... she and Lucy had been friends for a long time. Lucy had certainly never said or done anything to even remotely suggest she was interested in other women. She did recall as she thought that, that Lucy had mentioned on. Still holding her by the hair, he held her head still as he slapped her face roughly, first one cheek and then the other, front hand and backhand. ?Are you ready for me to use you, slut?? He slapped her again. ?Yes? yes Sir.? Mira was breathless. He reached down and slapped her legs apart. She felt his cold and rough fingers fumbling between her legs and then one enter her. She moaned. ?You?re so wet already, you whore. Were you excited while you were waiting for. I imagined what I would look like–pretty hot–but classy. Only I would knew what I had on underneath. But before the date, I had already scheduled an appointment with my regular masseur down the street. Masu ran a one-person clinic and only had a select clientele. No walk-ins, only by referral. Fortunately, a co-worker introduced me to Masu the other year and I’ve been a steady customer since. His magical fingers did wonders to the human body. I was feeling horny, so I thought I would treat him.