“Damn you Ken! Let me go! We’re too old for this stuff now!” she spat.“Oh but we’re not too old to spew Coke on each other are we? No little...one, you’re going to be punished for your “crime”!”“What’s my punishment? Gonna pour Coke on me?” she mocked.“No….I was thinking the punishment should be what bad girls usually get……a good old fashioned spanking!”“Nooo! I won’t allow it! Let me go right now you beast!” she yelled with a half-serious laugh. She began kicking her legs and tugging at her. The next thing I know, I am on the couch on my back fighting to keep my panties on. Keith has forced his way into taking off my top, I didnt have a bra on, and now has taken my shorts off and working on my panties. I am screaming for him to stop, "I am not that kinda girl man, leave me alone". He slaps me right across the face. He then says,"You will do what I say or you can be made to do what I say!". I then realize that I am going to have to play this little game and hope that he only. To prove his point he slapped her once across the face. Helooked into her pretty heavily made-up eyes and saw the beginnings of asingle tear; then the tear ran down her face leaving a small streak ofmascara. The Predator figured she had got the message and reachedbehind her head and released the gag.Michele screamed inside as the man jumped onto the bed; his erectionwobbling out in front him and removed his clothing from the waist down.It would have been a comical sight in any other. Once she was finished fastening the skirt, she stood very close smiling at me her breast were almost touching my chest. Then she caught me off gaurd by giving me a kiss on the cheek. I wasn't sure, but I had to take a chance, so I put my hand on your waist, reached up with the other and pulled her face toward me and kissed her, she kissed me back.We began to make out, our stocking legs rubbing together was one of the most erotic feelings I had ever experienced. I became very submissive to her,.