Now you are on your way home ,or at least you thought so . This isn't the way, you realize . Then he pulls into a local hotel . Instead of checking in...he takes you directly to a room . He must have arranged this awhile ago .You enter the room and are schocked at the way the furniture is set up. The beds have been removed and everything else pulled to the side . In the center is a strange contraption set up over a tarp. It seemed to be something similar to a stockcade. 2 poles holding up a. “One person” I spit out, almost in tears. “only one”“Tell Me details” came the order, followed by three more swats with the crop.“Oh PLEASE, Goddess” I begged, “PLEASE”“Oh, you don’t want to tell Me?” toyed Goddess. I then heard a rustling nearby and then the sounds of a bottle being opened and then closed. “Turn around, kneel and put your forehead on the bed.”, She ordered.I did as I was told and I felt Goddess’ slippery fingers lubing up my asshole. “Perhaps I’ll fuck the details out of you”. I had always won those battles and remained quite innocent. This was one oral battle I was definitely not going to win. Again words echoed through the moonlit darkness. I will make you pay for all the times you have flirted with me. For the times you spoke to me and giggled with that absolutely gorgeous mouth. For the times you smiled at me with lips that speak to my cock and beg to suck it. As he spoke, he inched his member into my mouth. I will make you pay for the times you have teased me. All you seem to do ashore is hunt pussy. I know you have your boat but that sure didn’t buy that condo you have. You almost never have a charter. How do you make ends meet. In fact, how did you end up here in Key West?”“It’s a long story. I just sort of fell into the good life I guess. I grew up on a farm in the midwest about 250 miles west of the Mississippi river. Our place was in south central Missouri. Both my parents worked for the Postal Service but my grandparents had a small farm and my.