"You still horny?" I asked, not quite knowing why.John was hard again in no time and this time I wanted him to fuck me.To my surprise, he started kiss...ng me. His lips felt so amazing on me.I guess it's a little too late to stop this. I'm going to get fucked by mybest friend, and sadly, the part of me that thinks that is crazy isn't incontrol right now.It felt amazing when he grabbed my breasts."Fuck me, John. Fuck me like the slut I am," I said, which shocked Johnbut didn't stop him from doing. "What for?" "I wanted to find out from the three of you how to field-strip an M9." "Do you have one with you?" "Yeah." "Well then, come in!" So in Rayn went to the sanctuary of her planned first victims. Her plan was like this:She would attempt to take the pistol out, pretend to have it stuck in her pocket, then stripher jeans off, revealing her baby-bare bottom. While the girls stared, she would pretendshe didn't care about her nudity, and when asked what the 'thing' was, she would ask. A top scholar and outstanding athlete. A brother had to be on top of his game before he stepped up to her. Luckily, I’ve always had game. I’m only six-foot-one but I don’t let any lady intimidate me. Ever. I’m the man and that’s not going to change. Joanna and I met while I attended a certain party at Morehouse College. A party where all the top black college men mingled with all the top black college women. Strictly A-List. Students from Morehouse College, Clark-Atlanta University, Spelman. Augh, ah-- a-ah--!Olivia came back to her senses upon hearing her own voice. It worked to shift her focus from the pain but now her clit was throbbing so much she felt as if she would explode if she won’t touch herself. “Don’t even think about that!”, she scolded herself. The licks of the paddle became incredibly painful after a while but all too teasing right where she needed something - anything - to touch her right now. She felt so close to orgasming for the last few minutes, yet so far away.