Just in time for part two of the frisk. At first she cupped my ass, kneading each cotton encased cheek. Moving her hand around to the front, she fond...ed my testicles first, but then moved up to the obvious bulge. “Wow, what’s this I feel? You are carrying! Turn around, hands on head! Now!” I did so, marveling at how easily she went back and forth between the lover and the cop. I felt her pull down my jockeys, and stepped out without being told. Her hands once again found my hardened member. She lost track of time and the amount of men but did not seem to care. All she wanted was more cock, she could hear the music and the noise of the crowd whistle and cheer for the dancers in the other room, as one man after the other enjoyed themselves, and at her helpless expense. She was nude bent over with her hair and curls really messed up, and what was left of her lipstick and makeup was smeared all over her face! There was cum lots of it all over her and dripping off breasts. Just when. I start crying again and I feel a huge hand slap my face. He tells me I better shut up and not make a sound or I will feel pain. I hold in my tears and stand there cold, shacking, not sure what was next. He gets a branch from the ground and pulls his arm back and I scream. He starts violently smacking my breasts with the the stick and in a stern voice tells me if I make another sound he will gag me, but I couldnt help it I started crying. He stops and gets a round ball with a strap out of a bag. I don't want you driving home so late and after the wine. I've got the two extra rooms." She thought about it and agreed. So there was no hurry to come in off the deck and we ended up sitting out there until the stars were out, at least the stars you could see thru the light pollution of the area. It was past midnight when we finally came in, closed up, and I carried Connie in her drawer into the front bedroom.Barb told me, "Connie's spit up, peed and pooped on me so many times that I always.