She had very long legs considering she was only a little over five feet tall. Her hips were wider they they probably should have been for her frame, w...ich gave her a sweet ass that didn’t sag an inch. Her stomach was flat and held her perky tits perfectly. Her chestnut hair fell just past her shoulders, around a pretty face that probably wore too much make-up and made her look a little dirtier then she probably wanted to. At least girls this hot have hot friends, so at least the scenery would. But before I could begin to enjoy my situation, I felt the first of what would be about 20 hits with the leather belt that Big Tit Marsha was holding. I screamed from surprise and pain when she struck me the first time. From then on, the pain got worse as each strike cut into my tender white ass.I could see through my tears that the man with the camera was moving from showing my ass to my face. Finally she finished and the first cock entered my ass. I didn’t mind the cock as much as I did his. As part of her sexual growing up, we got into exhibitionism and playing in public. For these times, I would ask her to wear nice simple dresses, and then as we drove somewhere, to remove her panties and then go places like that. She would blush upon the request, but it was all part of the game as she knew it was meant to be one of those nights!On this particular occasion, we headed to the Speak Easy in downtown Austin and as we drove on the interstate I turned on the dome light and asked her to. "What do you know? You have no idea what you're talking about." Shepaused; a thought had just struck her. "Shit, I need to get hold ofKritsada quickly." Kritsada? What's he got to do with it?" I was confused by this turn ofevents. "Anyway, I'm the one who has most to lose here?"She turned to stare at me. "What?" I'm the one who is going to be a laughing stock. When the company getsthrough with me I'll be bloody lucky if they keep me on as a cleanerafter this." It finally struck home what this.