The beating would have been extremely painful on unmarked flesh, but bearingin mind that Becca had already been caned earlier in the evening, the impa...twas even greater. On completion of the allotted number of blows to her buttocks,the waiter handed the instrument to his fellow whip master. With barely a cursorysmoothing of the implement of torture down Becca's trembling thighs, the wickedleather was then brought swishing across her left thigh. The experience of the waiter in administering. He pulled the front of her shirt out and let his finger roam inside across her rock hard nipples. "let's go outside and talk" he said. They stepped out of the door into a dark hallway. he grabs her and kisses her. she looked surprised at first but then she deepened the kiss. the door opened and they jumped apart. he pulled up up the stairs to the side and slid his hand down her pants finding her pussy was already sopping wet. she reached in her back pocket and pulled out her room key, she. "Why... why did they come for me?" Tears stained the girl's flushed face as she fought back the sobs."I... I can't explain, Annette." And, Mom, what are you doing here?" The teen's voice cracked."I... I came for parents' night and somehow the coach and I..." Betty couldn't finish, the metal collar around the back of her neck forcing her to gasp in pain. She pressed one cheek against the cinderblock wall, then fought for control once again."And David... and his friends." Annette's voice broke. " "Sure, thanks!" You let your neighbor into your apartment. While closing the door, you start asking where the grill was, it's been a time since you took it out. Maybe it was in the clo- "Shit man! Do you always invite someone inside like that?" "What do you mean?" "Your dick is out!" You realize that the only bit of clothing you have on is a shirt. You had taken off your bottoms to stroke yourself, and forgotten to put them on before opening the door. Red, the color of your face at this.