It is an ugly plan and has no honor but, as far as I can tell no one here really care about honor to the enemy. Not today.With a surprising amount of ...professionalism Napoleon has us make our way to what he calls the staging site. We are less the a ½ mile out from the 5 mile marker. Right in the middle of what used to be a road. He has timed everything out so that the sun is just starting to come up when we get there.With a flick of his wrist he has the Boys go up into the big old trees that. SMACK comes the blow, the sound of it echoing in the office. I grunt lustily, wanting to thank him like a slut, but I resist. My ass stings raggedly, and I wonder if he can see my asshole. He can do anything he wants. Laughter and chatting in the studio as the models and crew eat lunch. They have no idea I'm being spanked 20 feet away. Any of them could walk in at any moment."YOUR NAME" he demands, and finally it dawns on me. He wants me to name myself. Bitch? Cunt? Slave? Whore? What am I?. I couldn’t see her arse hole, the width and size of her butt masking it. She left her wite socks and trainers on. Jackie’ dog, I had released him, was nosing up between her legs, which didn’t faze her until she made it easy for him, spreading her legs letting Rolf lick his long tongue over her smooth pussy. Her pal stood and watched with interest. The contrast was splendid, Hetty’s old fashioned hairy, brown going grey pubes, over a thick lipped cunt against Jule’s peachy slit.“I see you shaved. .would think about it as I would be back and forth from NYC to Ct.during the summer. With a final kiss to bill Becky and I made out wayto claim the car.Back at the house we undressed and donned out robes to have late nightsnack. Mother was asleep and good for that as the conversation betweenBecky and I evolved into... satisfying a boy... orally etc. Becky hearmy story of the evening and again just said " Girl... Just enjoy it...it is the best way to control a boy... it is also a great way.