She steeled herself for the first blow. Why wasn't it that bitch Jane, so stuck up. A beating would do her good. Why me? What have I done to deserve t...is? I won't let the bastards get to me - I'll take whatever they give out - I won't be beaten. As she thought this, she knew that she would in fact be beaten but they could only beat her physically, they could not beat her inside. There she would win. Inside her head she would take whatever they dished out and she would win.The first blow fell on. I like licking it, it gives you a strange pleasure. At this point you are so turned on that you would like almost anything now, but getting your ass licked is slowly becoming on of your favorite naughty things to do. My hand is wet from you, and by separating your legs you feel my intentions and spread them even more. My mouth is now lowering down so I can finally taste your pussy.I love your taste, your sweetness and bitterness at the same time, your warm and open pussy always inviting my. I even have Katie do it when we go to the pool together.”“So, you’re drying mine as an enticement?” I asked as she ran the fluffy towel down my back and onto my butt.“You don’t have to feel obligated...”“After the morning I’ve had,” I laughed, “I’m obligated for life.”Becky turned me around and gave me a sweet kiss for that. “I could say the same, John.”I dried Becky’s back and butt, after which we finished drying ourselves and returned to the bedroom, where Becky handed me a robe from her. From the next day, he gave me a room to myself in the club. However when I entered, I saw that there were only ladies’ clothes in the room wardrobe and there was a lot of woman underwear – mostly very small and slutty thongs, g-strings, crotchless panties and only 2 or 3 different very short dresses which ended just below my boypussy and 2 or 3 micro-skirts.To humiliate me further and remind me who I had become, they had taken the shirt I was wearing on the night I was kidnapped and had cut.