Michelle smiled, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. Abbie put on some music, and I pulled Michelle to a quiet, corner of the room for a bit of pr...ivacy. She hadn’t been to one of our big parties and hadn’t really been exposed to the crazy talk that occurred between me and my closest friends. It was something she was going to have to adapt to, because if she didn’t, she was going to be upset almost constantly.We talked for about five minutes, and I did my best to convince her not to take. She moaned loudly, as each was delivered, revelling in the warming pain of each shock. At the tenth, she began to cry, by the twentieth, blood began to trickle, and she was screaming loudly each cut echoing round the room a joy to the three smiling men, her arse burning like fire as never before, her father never having given her such a massive punishment. As her first orgasm over-took her, her mind was confused mess, not now knowing if the pain was ecstasy or agony,. I didn't even know what an escort was. It was my manager. Like I said he was 18 years old, one of us and semi-cute. He was also our main contact for getting some beer. My manager and I were working the “closing” shift on a pretty slow night. “You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked. “Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.” He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then. Janice had long slender legs and I could tell that she was athletic as her calves were well-defined. Her breasts were larger than Olivia's. I was trying to see between her legs, but they were crossed.“Zak, you can remove your clothing so that Janice can get a good look at you,” said Olivia.It took a few minutes for me to strip, and I was standing facing Janice. My manhood was limp and not knowing what to expect next. Janice moved closer and extended her hand to cup my balls. Her touch was soft.