I took a step back, surprised, pretty much convinced that what I saw in my dear brother's eyes was me hallucinating again. Thinking of hallucinating, ... quickly asked, "Why did you say I was YOUR girl?" My hands were clasped behind my back, a habit I had that meant I was very nervous. Michael knew this. He smiled at me. "Because, Maddi, you're mine." My expression must of perfectly conveyed how confused I was, because he took the initiative to explain further. "I can't hide it any longer, I want. “OK, Mrs Carson. Two extras for lying.” Elizabeth looked back at the floor. “Yes, Miss,” she conceded. “The truth at last, Mrs Carson. A pity I had to drag it out of you.” Miss Bentner gave Elizabeth another few hard spanks before saying sternly, Miss Bentner proceeded to spank Elizabeth, with hard open palmed spanks spread right across both her bare red wealed bottom cheeks. Elizabeth forgot the conversation, as the hard spanks reignited the stinging of the caning. Miss Bentner knew she was. Then Lisa remembered the older man, the one sleeping on her left, offering to buy her a drink. From there it was just flashes. The club started to spin and started dancing with her. Lisa remembered saying she had to find Alice and the man telling her that she was outside. She barely remembered climbing into his El Camino parked outside Club Rooster. She barely remembered them stopping to pick up another man, the one snoring beside her with his arm around her. "Hey doll," he'd said when he. I could feel the sweat springing from my pores as I held back, resisting the urge to plunge and ravage her. Pauline bent her knees and wound her ankles around my calves, pulling me against her. “Harder, Colin, harder, fuck me.” I slid in and out smoothly, thrusting harder, ramming my cock deep into her hot pussy. I could feel the ripples building in her pussy, squeezing and caressing the length of my cock. Reaching down I caressed the hard button of her clit and she arched her whole body.