I squealed and flailed my legs grinding my pussy into Mandy's knee.Eleven more swats crashed into my ass and the fire in my chubbs was joinedby a thro... from my pussy. As the twelfth swat left me sobbing I hung limpand an additional swat blasted through me. "There I made it a baker'sdozen." Mandy announced. She and Marci draped me over a well stuffed armchair and tied my hands to the back legs. "Can't have you watching Marciwhen she's being humiliated when she's also going to put a dozen in. As she heard the tingling of the handcuff key on its ring, it comforted her that Joe was not lying about letting her go. Her arguments had finally found a path into his thick skull.“I know you need to be at work in a few hours like a good little law-abiding detective cunt, and since I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to give you a head start to help you with that.” He placed the small key up against her winking, part-dilated asshole and pushed it just inside the tight anal ring, feeling her body. Alissa made no move to leave. ‘Excuse me, Alissa?’ ‘Hmm. Oh, sorry. Mom and I are so used to just changing or wandering around, near-starkers, I forget everyone’s not like us. Hey Sabrina, it’s just us girls, y’know?’ Sabrina knew she should protest, but couldn’t form the words. She felt timid in Alissa’s presence, the girl was so sexually appealing, her urges were simmering. Still, this was Brooke’s daughter, so she decided to behave herself. Sabrina got out of her skirt and blouse, shimmied. This place is one of them. I outright refuse to do any hard stuff when she asks me, a gentle high or tipsiness is all I could afford in these windy humid streets. There is a reason why locals vacate in the tourist months and it’s not only to do with the tourists. Those in the service industry just bite their upper lip, just like Sorena. She’s biting her upper lip looking at me from across the lobby and I look at her through the tenants in my bulb wine glass of merlot. The deep red of the Merlot.