My buddy Jason and I were just hanging in the basement watching a soccer game on my Dad's big screen TV. He wanted me to get some beer from the fridge...upstairs in the kitchen. We were both almost 20, but I knew it would piss my Mom off no end. House rule number one and two were "No Smoking" and "No Booze". They were quickly followed by rule number three that ruled out female visitors behind closed doors.I figured the basement was a good spot for some female companionship, since my Mom never. Timber lifts his leg over my back and pulls free, with a soft pop. My legs are wet with Timbers surge. Again, I here dad calling, this time he is closer. I jump to my feet grabbing my panties to use as a rag and wipe streams of goo off my legs. I stand on wobbly knees, feeling more fluid drip from between my stretched other lips to trail down my thigh and soak into my socks. Resigned to my fate, I step into my wet filthy panties and pull then up quickly to stop the dripping. I shiver as the. We took a cab to the Hard Rock Café and were screamed at, the moment we walked into the place.Music was going as we were escorted to our table. The place looked full of Americans. We ordered a mix of American and Greek food, as the DJ turned on his mike.In a marvelous British accent, he said, “Hey Everybody – I am PK the DJ, we got celebrities here tonight, Charles & Claire.”There was a big uproar of people cheering and applauding as the three of us stood up and waved to the crowd.“There is a. I trembled as I did what she said. She then strapped my arms to the side of the bench and my legs apart at the rear.The bench raised my arse up and the way she strapped my legs meant that my tight little hole was at full view.Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore.Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle..