.up, down, up, down, squeeze... I touch the tip of your hard-on and rub my fingers through your precum... Opening my eyes, I look at you as I raise my...fingers to my mouth and taste your precum. You stroke my clit as I suck my fingers, tasting you... Lost in the sensation, lost in the taste of you, inhibitions lost, I slide under your blanket. I kiss the head of your cock, laving the wetness from your tip. I love the salty taste of you and I open wide and take your head into my mouth. I suck at. I nodded. "Yes."He breathed out slowly. "Why?" he asked, "Why that?" He let go of my foot and came to sit beside me on the blanket.We hadn't really talked about the spanking thing since it happened. I guess he wanted some explanation and reason why I asked him to do it. I looked out across the sea as the sun sparkled and glittered on the surface. Hmmmmm, okay. Where to begin?"I can't tell you why because I don't truly know why. I just needed and wanted to go through that experience. All I know. I spent all day playing video games, listening to music, and surfing the net. I didn't hang out with friends. I was a trumpet player.The doorbell rang around 2 PM. I considered ignoring it but I was in the kitchen anyway getting myself a snack. I peeked out the window because if it was a salesman he could ring until hell froze over.It wasn't a salesman but hell froze over. It was Jessica. My enemy! What in frozen hell was she doing at my house?I opened the door. She stood in a logoed white. ”I forgot I was wearing my red-headed mask from Fridays press conference. “Yes, it is sweetie, I’m wearing a disguise.”“You look like that red-headed cop. Hee-hee, I’m glad you told me. Oh God!“She screamed, as the door to their room flew open and four men came charging in, followed by Little Tony.“I feel like sampling that little red-haired pussy now. I want me some celebrity pussy before it gets cold.”The short, fat bastard was laughing maniacally, unzipping his pants. His four goons had guns.