It only intensified the feeling. His laugh made me smile and the conversation was so easy. I felt my guard slipping ever so slowly away and thinking t...hat this one just may be that person I was secretly searching for. He asked me to meet him that afternoon since he was working in my area and I agreed once again thinking that this would surely put an end to my silly schoolgirl thoughts. I left my office with little hesitation that afternoon. I pulled in to the place that we agreed to meet and. A whimpered, "Yes," and she started to unbutton her shift. Despite having hit through clothing, the whip marks were clear and painful looking, especially the one across her tits. That had been a good blow, even if it was a lucky one and once she was strung to the beam I took the opportunity to knead them causing her further distress. From my close proximity to her, I could tell from the smell, her body, like the others, had not been washed for some time and resolved to ensure more personal. "Oh fucking God, Jo. I'm cumming too. Watch me, Jo. Watch your brother blow his fucking nuts. Watch me fucking cum with my fingers up my fucking shithole, sister. OH GODDAMNIT. SHITTT..."No longer moving his fingers in his arse, Michael too curled his toes inward as his hand flew quickly up and down on his shaft. As his balls rumbled and jiggled in their sack, a white fountain of spunk erupted from the pisshole of his cock, spewing at least three feet into the air and landing everywhere it. As I licked and sucked on her clit, she whimpered almost constantly and her hips moved spasmodically. She was so wet! I was just about to suck and lick her hard, to send her over the edge, when she cried out and her eyes opened wide in panic."Patrick! No, please! Stop! Please!" She sounded frantic. I stopped and moved up to take her in my arms. She was trembling all over, and started crying softly."What's the matter, Megan? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." I didn't know what was wrong. She really.