“You’re sure a sweet little piece of ass.”“He said we wouldn’t get paid, so lay off,” the first man said. “Let’s get out of here, and ...all for the jet. We’ll take her out late tonight.”We drove for a few minutes, and then I was taken out of the vehicle, a SUV, I think, and led into what smelled like a cheap hotel room. They shoved me down on the bed, and one of them slapped me hard on my right butt cheek. “You behave yourself, girl. Fuck with us, and we will turn you into a party favor, money. Mike watched as a man in a tight baby blue vinyl mini skirt andmatching halter top holding what looked like a remote control ranbarefoot to the door as best he could. When he got to the door he presseda button on the remote control and the door opened he got about half waydown the hall way and immediately froze in his tracks. Mike watched asthe guy turned around dropped the remote on the floor and walked like azombie back through the door, and into the middle of the crowd that hadgathered. Miss. I tried to recall, to find some answers, but could only come up with that sometimes my mother used to hit us with a stick when we had misbehaved, so this could explain my liking for being caned and whipped, but as I’m appalled by incest it doesn’t explain why I get turned on by it. Another memory that I recalled was when I was younger, two older girls used to make me and my friend do all their fetching and carrying for them, and used to treat us quite roughly if we didn’t do as we were told, so. Mary had a very attentive area between her legs, and that was the bit I loved. Crass I know, but there it is. Anyway, Mary and I had a few drinks, and then somehow I blurted out to her about how I had been unsuccessful in the act. I dragged out the whole sorry story about the failure of my old fellow. I didn't tell her about the eye contact thing though. I was still mulling that over.Anyway, much to my surprise, Mary took the news as a challenge, and as is common with inebriated friends, we.