And after that he slapped my ass each time he said a word. ‘Tell. Me. Why. You. Got. Wet. Now. You. Filthy. Slut.’ ‘Ahhhh. Okay sir but please ...stop slapping me. There was this hot guy at the coffee shop, he flirted with me sir, and I got wet.’ ‘What. A. Dirty. Whore. You. Don’t. Deserve.Mercy. I. Will. Slap. You. Until. You. Are. Raw.’ By now it was really starting to hurt a lot, and he just wouldn’t stop slapping my ass, I was about to start crying and he kept hitting me. ‘Andy stop! Please. I poured us both a glass and took them into the living room. He looked kind of surprised when I handed him the drink. “Since when did I give you permission to drink”, he said in a playful voice. I just laughed it off. It was nice to see him smile. This was the first time he wasn’t extremely depressed in almost a day and a half. Within the next twenty minutes we both finished off the first glass. Instead of me getting up, he did this time. He came back with refills and flopped on the. We piled into the car. It was a two door Mustang, and our group consisted of 7 people. And, I, being the new kid in the group had to ride in the trunk while my dream girl layed down on the girls' laps in the back seat. Two stop signs later I wanted to break out of the trunk and knock the driver out. Mustang, a lot of horsepower, and I guess it was sort of an "initiation" to slam on the brakes as hard as possible They were the heavy partiers, but they could really be a couple of assholes. The. He shifted his grip to clutch at her breasts, pinching her nipples. As in all their frenzied office couplings, Julia’s cum started with a low growl deep in her throat that never failed to drive John wild. His hips bucked uncontrollably and he gasped, “I’m cumming! “ Their bodies writhed together as they came. Julia tossed her head from side to side and John caught her ear between his lips, gently biting her. The unexpected touch drove Julia to another peak as John’s spurts inevitably.