He kept going with reckless abandon until suddenly I pushed his fingers out from me and squirted slightly into his hand, his head bobbed up with a gri.... “Mmm that tasted good,” he said as he pulled himself up and onto me so I could taste myself on his lips and rub the excess away from his beard. “I think it’s time for a condom,” I stated feeling him pressed up against my thigh, even harder than before. I heard a rip; he must have had one close. I smiled up at him as I took it from his hand and. We wish you a lot of fun at your event.”~~~Holy shit, 12 o'clock noon and I’m already opening my second beer. No, I'm not an alcoholic, just damned nervous. Today is the day, in a few hours the event starts. Until recently, I was still completely relaxed, but slowly I'm getting nervous, am I crazy? Paying for an event where I'm being beaten by a woman. In my imagination it turns me on, but what if it isn't so in reality? It could be that in reality it just feels fucking humiliating.Maybe I. ‘You sure could fool me with the way you kissed me back darling.’ She blushed deeply. ‘I guess you could say I had a good teacher.’ That made him chuckle and pull her back into his arms. ‘Now that I have you, I don’t think I ever want to let you go.’ She wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, but got the impression he was by the look in his eyes. ‘My brother might have a complaint with that.’ He looked around then nodded. ‘Okay, fair enough.’ He loosened his grip on her but kept his arm wrapped. "What do you mean sort of?" Mark looked at me with a frown."I mean it takes two to tango, you know?" I shook my head at him. "I wanted it too, alright? It wasn't like I got raped or anything." But they're your brothers, Ann." David's voice left blue smoke in the air. "Steve fucked you? C'mon..." He was being deliberately vulgar."Who gave you that hickey?" Mark asked, sounding like he was accusing Steve of that too."None of your business." I smiled sarcastically." ... and you gave Henry and Greg.