Although underneath I wore my regular Lycra(r) shorts under the skirt I still felt exposed.We passed assorted Batmen, doctors, nurses, cowboys, police...men etc, everyone had made an effort to look good. The more serious, un-costumed, competitors would start after us on two laps of a ten mile circuit so that we would just start the second lap as the first serious rider started. We were number seven and we got to the line just in time due to my tardiness. So far no one had got a good look at. I was then forced into her thongs again as she pulled my dress up and slapped my on my ass hard. I cried out loud as my nose and mouth were pushed against her wet pussy lips behind the thong. She moved her thong to the side and forced my face between her wet lips. I felt her juices over my face.I was told this is not for my pleasure so she made me remove my dress and put me over her knees. She made me count as she slapped me with a leather strap on my bottom. She slapped me 10 times very hard. It became very bright and she had a vision. The hooded lady appeared like a saint outlined in bright light. Her mouth moved and the tentacle of the Octopus slithered out from between her lips. But Brandi could hear her words: “I am Cook and Cleric of this Pirate ship 'The Barnacle' and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me?” Brandi pulled at the medallion, “How do I stop this? How do I break the curse?” The hooded lady's eyes glowed like her families had, “Ye shall reap what ye sew.” Brandi. “Thanks. That was a very decent fuck,” he said to me.I moaned, my fingers still clawed on the sheets. I heard a soft, dry chuckle and my eyes fluttered open. The photographer had finished packing up. He grinned at me and began to take off his clothes as he came to the bed.“S.O.P., around here,” he said. “Standard Operating Procedure. I get to fuck the models as a bonus. You don’t mind?”I didn’t care any longer, numb and dizzy with what Joe had done to me.“Good,” the photographer cackled. “And.