What’s going on….what did you just do….’ Lisey could barely tell what was going on. She could feel the sting in her ass, she could feel hersel... growing in anticipation and, shockingly, arousal. She didn’t want to fight anymore, she wanted him to break her and build her back up again. ‘I know you might be angry with me, but I also know I have to,’ he warned. ‘Conversation just doesn’t seem to get through to you,’ he added while patting her rosey flesh. After the tears on both her face and his. For every person in the room, from the band to the muscular bouncers standing near her, to the blonde and redheaded bartenders, to each member of every single couple on the dance floor was a woman.So what was she doing in a lesbian bar? That was the latest brainstorm of her boss, Rick Carter, the head of the News Division at the TV station where she worked."Dawn, I know you want to do something beyond fluff pieces. I understand that. I just don't have anything in mind right now." Rick, please.. Sweet, syrupy juices flooded her cunt and bathed his cock in their warmth before leaking out around the shaft to stain the sheets under her. Mark pinched a good bit of her clithood between his thumb and index finger, trapping the little bud in his grasp as she came and making it more intense for her.Kelly's orgasm seemed–at least for her–to last forever, but eventually the last waves of pleasure washed over her and slowly ebbed away with only the occasional random spasm left to work through her. I was angry and confused but more than that I was turned on; I decided something had to be done about this and shot away to fetch someone to sort it out but could not find anyone whom could really help; what I did find though was a digital camera sometimes used for the school magazine and obviously someone had brought it to do a feature.I returned to the store room and began filming the action rather than taking pictures; I realised later when I reviewed this data it had been a much better.