“Good night.”“Good night,” I replied. “Sleep well.”There was a chaste kiss on the lips and she was off to bed. I was left as if in the aft...rmath of an earthquake, after that hug and kiss. She had that effect on me, I remembered. That and a certain hardening down below.All the more reason to be very cautious about the growth of any relations between us. I blessed my foresight in obtaining a three bedroom flat! I certainly was not ready to be pushed into bed with Rachel anytime soon, no matter. His bottom quivered with its impact and a hot smarting sensation spread fiercely over his punished flesh. He reared up and tried to kick his legs, but found himself firmly anchored in place by the hand gripping his penis. Smack! On the left buttock, making the flesh judder anew. ‘Ugh!’ (Rub, rub) ‘Keep still, naughty girl!’ the man scolded, stroking the smarting buttocks, feeling the heat, feeling the lovely crease that separated them. Whack, splatt! ‘Oooh, Christ! Oww, sir…’ Rat-face spanked. I could only assume this was some sort of new fucking torture that bastard Mike figured out. My luck continued as I found a good place to watch what was going on. As I was checking out my surroundings I looked to the side noticed something that didn't quite fit in and ... Hot-fucking-damn, it's Ben's fifty caliber Barrett! It was hidden well, but not well enough to escape notice by this Seal.With my first shot I blew the hell out of the port-a-potties door where they put Maria. I knew the round. They pulled my hands down and I felt them cuff them to the sides of the table. I watched as Mr. Jones walked up with a pair of scissors. He slipped them under my shorts and started cutting them, working right up my side and starting on my shirt. Then he moved to the other side and did the same thing. In a matter of moments, I was naked on the table.I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress. Mr. Jones was standing between my legs, naked. We are sick and tired of all the teasing it.