When it should have been... toward... something. Something I was supposed to do. The burden of all the Friday the 13ths makes it hard to remember.Too ...any Friday the 13ths. Just too many. Valentine's Day is always tomorrow.I hear the scream. High pitched but cut off. Fuck the self pity. I start to jog towards the source of the sound.There are three of them. One is kneeling near her head, holding a knife to her throat. He's wrapped some sort of gold cord around her neck. It seems redundant,. I was confused by his request, but I knew from experience not to question it. I turned, on all fours to face the front door and placed my head on the floor, my hips into the air. “Spread those cheeks so I can really see, Slut.” I did as he asked, feeling vulnerable, but also thrilled at the chance to serve him. He placed his thumb at the opening and then massaged all around it. “Good girl. Now face me and put your head in my lap, Slut.” I did as I was told. “I can see that you are in a mood to. Her friend, on the other hand, was stunning, brunette, curvy in all the right places with a lovely tan. They stood in front of me, nervous, looking down and wondering what the punishment would be like. “I am going to spank you over my knee for watching me from your window and then I’m going to give you six strokes with the cane, for coming back out with the binoculars. Do you understand?” “Yes.” they mumbled. I sat down in the middle of the room. “Annie, you first. Take off your underwear. You may find having a hand around the base of his shaft helps you, but you still have a spare hand. Run your hand up his tummy to his chest, down his thigh, sometimes even grabbing his ass with your spare hand will excite him, as if you are pulling his hips towards your mouth.5. Change things up, tighten your lips around his cock, loosen them, as you pull the cock to the edge of your lips, run your tongue around the tip of his cock, look up at him, and make eye contact. Then slide your mouth.