” My thumb rested on his zipper and I slowly eased it downwards to its open. A look of hesitation warped his eyes as I stared into them. He breathed...heavily and kept still. I slunk my hand into his pants and touched his head through the fabric of his boxers, still staring into each other’s eyes, I was momentarily unsure when he glanced around us. There was still no movement in sight. His grip on the gun eased, and the hand fell to his side. I squeezed the tip with my thumb and forefinger, he. ?What wasn’t fair???I don’t really think those count as anal orgasms,? she told me. ?I mean, you used the word. I didn’t cum from having my ass used.?Grinning inwardly I determined that her next anal venture would be very much different from tonight’s.Friday found the two of us out on the town. After a pleasant dinner we took a drive down California’s Pacific Coast Highway, parked just off-road at Leo Carrillo beach and spent a few hours alternating between conversation and light physical. "I laughed at her code."Is it thick?" Yes, much more than we originally anticipated," she said, and I knew he was in bed next to her. "It's more than enough to do what we need to get the job done." Have you made him cum yet?" No, not yet," she said. "I'll have to wait for your participation."I roared."OK, babe, you get him warmed up good and I'll be there shortly," I laughed."Not a problem, I have the situation well in hand," she said in business-like fashion.I could just picture Beth's tiny. A neon sign flickered on the side of the building. It said, "The Wicked Whip." The neon formed a coiled whip that made three circles around the handle. As she watched, the whip uncurled in neon steps to extend across the side of the building to strike exactly on the ass of a painting of a large naked woman that stood next to the entrance.Target had read about this club once when she was slumming on the internet. It was a BDSM Club with a bad reputation even among BDSM clubs. They ran a.