Where do we go from here? I asked. Well you did mention there was a good private place around here. He said winking to me. If you still want to that i.... Ya, umm sure. follow me I will show you. As I lead him towards the clearing we got to talking about our experiences in the bathroom. As it turns out jack is long time visitor of the stalls. He has been going there for several years now ever since he heard one of his friends talking about how he almost beat up some Fag who tried to suck his. They had lunch at the local pizza places where all the k**s from school hang out. The fact that it was a Saturday afternoon and the place was packed with wall to wall teenagers, but no one really noticed them. It was like they were in their own little world when ever they were together. The fact that they were holding hands, and looking like two teenagers in love should have set off alarm bells. Just the way that they looked at each other should have been a clue to their growing feelings for. ’ John said to her, and he pulled his cock out and bent down to lick and nibble at her pussy.The feel of his warm breath against her, and the touch of his rough tongue made her even wetter, and within seconds she was cumming. He lapped at her pussy, and drank down her cum. It tasted sweet, just as he imagined it would. He stood up, put his cock back in his trousers, lifted Becky down, kissed her, and questioningly said ‘dessert?’With this, she took his hand and led him to her bedroom for a damn. Angela rubbed the welts on her ass and turned to Peter.“Now hit them harder than you hit me.”While Peter administered the blows, Angela removed what was left of her clothing, her bra popping away to reveal a set of small but perky tits with half-inch rings in each nipple. After enduring two more lashes apiece, the girls bellies looked like the surface of Mars as they hung from their shackles. Angela pulled a new whip out of the cabinet, this one was thick and made of polished, braided leather.