He flicked the whip in the air a few times to get the feel of it and as I listened to the sound it made I could not help but notice that my pussy was ...eginning to lubricate the bar between my legs. I was daydreaming and thinking of the pressure on my clit when the first stroke struck my back, then 2,3,4 quickly he whipped my back from left to right as he stood directly behind me. The whipped made a high pitched swish through the air and a light tick sound as it struck me back, at first it felt. He couldn't stop. He kept telling himself "just five more minutes" but he thought he might explode any minute in his pants. His fingers slipped in her tight hole. One. Two. So slippery. So hot. So passionate. She was moaning and squirming in his arms. "Annie," he said breathlessly, "can I take you someplace? I don't want the cops to come knocking on the truck window." COPS!???" her head screamed! Wtf! She hadn't thought of that. How embarrassing would that be! And that's all she thought… about. ”Marcia looked surprised. “I’ve never fired a real gun in my life. I’ve done some things with prop guns, but never a real one.”Beth said, “Good. That means you won’t have any bad habits to unlearn.” The three of them stood up and went to get their cleaning kits. “We’ll check her hands with our pistols. We’ll want to keep the same caliber and basic style, so our magazines are all interchangeable.”I made a phone call to the gate, so the guard wouldn’t be surprised, then went over and knocked on. With shoes and heavy galoshes putting the finishing touches on the sartorial picture he presented.The only concession Homes had made to au naturel, as far as Dr. Whatsin could surmise, was that Homes had thoughtfully remembered to open his trouser's zipper. This time.Unlike last Tuesday when, opium besotted, Homes had wondered why he had trouble finding the hole and had given the woman, a paid Fleet Street harlot, severe internal fabric burns. It had taken a pretty penny given to her to stave.