“Don’t move,” I said.I went and got a couple of towels from the airing cupboard. When I got back I found Becky in an armchair, looking defiantly... at me. “So!” I said, “you want to be spanked I see.”“No I fucking don’t,” she snapped, “don’t you dare.”“Dare?” I said. “You naughty slave, that’s no way to behave. And more swearing!’I was starting to suspect she at least half wanted to be spanked and fucked, and had simply got impatient with the massaging. Otherwise why had she started the defiance. Two youths were next, even from a distance, Claire could see them nudging each other hardly able to believe their good fortune. She responded by raising both knees so they could enjoy looking at the tiny white scrap of white nylon between her legs and buttocks, it was the ultimate high for Claire, and she felt a delicious wetness in her panties as she allowed her knees to drift apart very slightly to show them her lightly covered sex.For almost an hour she lay there feigning sleep but in. She had the whole Sorority to herselfShe had on tight shirt, holding in her G size breast. Her hair was short with blond hair. She put on some pig tails and had pink lipstick and lip balm. Little did they know there were two thugs outside? “Can't wait babe” Rick said stroking himself. He had his dick out and wearing a football Jersey. He didn’t hear the door creek openTwo men came in both tall and muscles. The first one was name Sledge. He was tall black man with very dark Skin. He was dress. This was no way to spend a weekend, no matter how rich the rewards! And then the male lead arrived and her heart turned to melted wax!Surely to Goodness! Men like this only appeared on the pages of glossy magazines, their images cunningly embellished by a combination of the photographer's art and skilful re-touching to resemble nothing that ever truly walked upon two legs, every flaw and imperfection erased and sanitised in order to present the quivering female breast with a vision of perfect.