”“I’d like that!” Jessica said.May 3, 1986, Chicago, Illinois“It’s going to be a long day,” Jessica sighed, slowly crawling out of bed.�...�Happy Birthday, Babe,” I said, coming out of the bathroom.“Yes, Happy Birthday, Jessica!” Kara said brightly.“How can you two be so cheery at 6:15am on a Saturday morning?” Jessica asked.“I’m a morning person,” I said. “And except for her meltdown, Kara’s always been cheery, all the time.”“It’s sick, you know? You two are nuts!” Jessica groaned, dragging. Do you think you can take more? I think you can, you love cock, don’t you, baby?’ You start shoving more down my throat with each thrust.After what seems like forever of you fucking my throat you start slapping my ass and thighs with your free hand, making me moan. The hard crack of your hand on my ass, and the throat fuck you are giving me is making me very wet. Thinking about the cock that is ravaging my throat, makes me want it in my pussy, but I know it is too thick for my narrow passage.. It was fully erect now and it appeared monstrous. It was big, thick with ugly purple veins all around it, and a large mushroom shaped head. It seemed to have a life of its own. She watched it bobbing and weaving like a snake, placing her hand back on it feeling it throbbing in her hand. " You taste salty." She said as she looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up to her feet. " He gets a kiss before I do?" I asked teasingly and planting my lips. . ." pointing to the man's wife "... she has not."Turning once again to The Whipmaster, The Owner issued a terse, single word command, "Continue!"The Whipmaster's pace was now much faster, and he didn't stop at the end of every five strokes, but instead continued relentlessly. David was now keeping track of the strokes. There were sixty-three additional strokes, each one accompanied by shrill cries of pain, before the woman cried out, "I submit. I submit. I submit!"The Owner stepped once.