I'm sure they wouldjust tell everybody about it. Some of them say things about Amy,a little bit."But you wouldn't tell," she finished. "And I know you...love me,so I know you'd be good about it."My waffles were gone. Megan turned back to me and smiled shyly."It's okay. It's a dumb idea anyway."I though about it for a moment without answering her. Then Idecided. Why not top off a weird night with the weirdest event ofall?"Okay," I said. "We can do it."Now she looked like she didn't know what to. She had me get inside the closet. The closet door wasn’t solid, it had blinds to it so I was able to see what happened. She let the guy in and he placed several 100s on her night stand and he fucked her hard for about 20 minutes. She’s a prostitute, I came to realize. A stripper and a prostitute.The guy came inside her, got dressed and left. I exited the closet, hard and excited as fuck. I jumped on her and railed her harder then I had ever fucked her before. Once we were done I asked her if. My arm went all tingly because I had hit my funny bone right square on his pointy nose and he had gone down like a sack of cement. Maybe that was a good thing because if I would have connected with my fist, his head it would still be rolling down the street. As it was, there seemed to be a steady flow of blood from his nose. Angie was getting out of the car screaming something about being a cave man, but when I turned and glared at her she could see I wasn’t in any frame of mind to be. After Christabel was all juiced up from forcefucked bitchrut, Yancey would Frenchfuck Christabel. Give her hell.Christabel's nakedness whipped, warped over the sides of his fountain. Climax to the ritual of belted bitchbinding. The ultimate kindness.For Christabel wanted to reign as cuntqueen of belts. Mistress of welts.And she evidently thought she should be so honored for the sake of her wild beauty and ravening fucksuck alone.But vain novices like Christabel had a lot to learn. One wasn't.