It had been a long time, but I really needed it. As the first rattan stroke lashed down, my memory of beatings past surfaced. I remembered distinctly ...ow I’d grown to like the sting, which wasn’t what was meant to happen in a punishment. Yes, I liked the bite and the sting, and maybe the shame too! A second stroke broke my nostalgic reverie as it hit just below where the first had landed. Both marks throbbed and ached as my tormentor paced around the room, whipping the cane through the air. He. "You need anything that's not in the bag?"Alicia thought for a moment, then remembered stuff she'd put in her mom's bathroom. It was suddenly on the bed next to her bag."You're hired!" Alicia said, grinning. "Come with me back to the Hub! I've got plenty you can do there!" No, thanks," Béla replied, grinning back. "I have a job, here – raising the flaming tornado down the hall." Yes! That's amazing what she can do!" Alicia said, animatedly. "How do you control her?" Control? Her?" Béla asked,. But suddenly, there’s the other cock at your asshole and you begin to flirt with it. You are excited by it. You are remembering when I took your asshole last week. You are remembering to relax as you squirm on it. You feel it stretching you as it slips in. It is delicious. Down, slowly down onto the cocks, sliding them in as you involuntarily open your mouth feeling your ass so wickedly violated. You squeal as you lower yourself all the way. You are sitting on the machine with your legs spread. “Nonsense, we’ll make room!” Donna said.We repositioned in the backseat. Joy lay across us in the back with Helen in the front passenger seat. I held Joy’s upper body, and we openly shared passionate kisses, and she slid my hand inside her top. She didn’t mind her pussy and breasts touched, her body reacting to her clit massaged, on the drive to the Go Go Club.We left our coats in the car. I paid my cover fee, the women always no charge on Ladies Night. The main room where the strippers perform.