“Stop!” She cried as Stacy slowly began fucking her in the ass. Carl could feel the ridges of the strap on against his shaft as he fucked Linda’... pussy. “Stop. Please it hurts!” Linda cried but even as she felt the pain her body was yielding to the pleasure of being fucked in both her pussy and her ass. Stacy was somewhat disappointed when she stopped screaming but the feeling of the strap on rubbing against her clit replaced the pleasure of those lost cries bring a sweet pleasure to her. It. She pulled back, too late, as he brought his forefinger up to the light; it glistened, from Pat's own wetness.'Whore,' was his verdict.Her hands balled into fists, her face boiling, Pat spun and left Darragh cackling into his lap like a witch over a cauldron, casting black spells.'Miserable old fucker! I hate his guts!'Brendan sat in her bedroom chair, dressed once more in his jeans and shirt, casually smoking as he watched Pat pace her bedroom like a leopard in a cage. 'Never would have. Smiling and said that I would like that very much. Once gone, I was very pleased with my reckless decision the previous evening, and would definitely look out for him the following Saturday.The following Wednesday evening at the bookstore was a good one. I met a guy a year older than me called Tommy. I introduced myself as Warren, after which we chatted for a while. It was really strange to engage someone in this place of total anonymity. Tommy was taller than me, and about thirty pounds. All three wore jeans and T-shirts, with red Patagonia cover ups. Mary and Lisa wore sneakers but Andy had on her favorite hiking boots, those thick, ankle high leather footwear with the thick black soles. I called Lisa aside, gave her some instructions on clothes I wanted her to bring, stopped in a bedroom for a few things and joined them in the car.“What did you bring?” Andy innocently asked Lisa as Mary backed down the driveway.Lisa turned a bright red, diverting her face for an instant.