This particular night in San Diego, they were in a party mood and went to a bar to have a few drinks. At the bar, Andrea sat on a bar stool facing the...room while her two friends stood on each side of her.A table full of guys started flirting with Andrea by making comments about her legs. Evidently, they were getting a good look at her legs as she was on a high stool and they were right in front of her at a table. That put them much lower and at eye level with her good looking long legs.The guys. ”I chuckled, “It wouldn’t have surprised me if you did, but that might send the wrong signal.”“I know, which is why I didn’t ask. But I get first dibs when I come back to Taft!”I smiled, “Understood. How’s Glenda?”“Good. I talked to her earlier today. We’ll see each other when we get back to school. She had a fantastic time traveling around on the trains.”“Milena suggested that was something I should try to do before medical school, but I don’t think I can swing it financially.”“How is she. .. and, I may never use anything heavier than a whisk flogger to punish her.”There was an appreciable groan from the audience.He held up a rather limp-looking short-handled whip that appeared to have at least a dozen or more strands of very flexible leather– or perhaps rubber– each about twelve inches long. As he lifted the whip higher so everyone could see it, he smiled. His smile was at least as smirky as the emcee’s. “She even insisted that the contract specify with how much force I could. In and out it went, stretching her, making her groan in pleasure.He just couldn't wait any longer. Oleg ripped his hand out, tore his clothes off and drove his hard shaft into the gaping cunt. Hard and fast he went, pounding the young woman like there was no tomorrow. Her juicy sex wrapped his dick in pure bliss, her pulsating muscles massaging him in ways he would always remember. Her coarse moaning, her jerky movements told him she wasn't far from climax. Never was there a girl in Oleg's life.