Trish pulled out a marker, and marked two strokes on her face, for the two lashes. Then megan gave a muffled yelp, and another stroke appeared on her...cheek. Four! Five! Trish crossed the earlier four with a broad stroke. Six! Seven! Trish shifted to the other cheek, making the same long strokes. Megan however, was more concerned with her ass, which she was sure was zigzagged with red lines , if her previously punished tummy was any indication. She was crying, but this time trish merely wiped. I smiled at her and suggested we go back to her place as it was close and stop fantasizing about each other and have hot sex for real. She just smiled the most sultry look I have ever seen and showed me her new tongue ring.“does that answer your question?” she asked in a way so sensual it would melt butter. She stood up and took me by the hand and led me out of the shop and down the block about three doors. We were at her place like that. She said she chose that place cause it was right. Skin on skin. Her fingers lightly stroked the underside of my cock. Then she reached down further, stroking and squeezing my balls. Grabbing a hold of my hard-on, she stroked it for a bit before pulling her hand out."Let's pull your swim-trunks off." she said.As I reached down to pull my pants off, Melissa was reaching for the lotion. She poured lotion onto her hand and rubbed them together. She got up and knelt between my legs. With hands all greased up, she went back to work on my cock, one. Any ideas?”“Not exactly.” With my ex-boyfriend, I’d had sex in the parking garage once. But that was when the mall was open and there were a lot of cars to hide what we were doing. However with Blake, there were only a few cars left and a mall security car that we could see coming to our side of the mall.“Get in my car, we’ll find some place.”He drove and I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Before we had even left the mall parking lot, I had my fingers, exploring the outline of his hard shaft.