When she stopped, she looked at me, "Give me that whip" she pointed to. I had laid both whips out on the sofa and she pointed to the multi-lashed whip...and once she took it and moved over to one side of Joe, she now began to whip his head hard. I could hear Joe moan out from time to time as Keesha whipped his head and face hard with that whip. After a good ten minutes or more she finally stopped as one last blow sent Joe to the floor and om his side Keesha moved a bit over until she was in front. Maybe it was for the best. I didn't want to get dragged downto their level.The walk to the office for our etiquette lessons and check-in was justas bad. The grace and elegance that had once sparkled out of the two ofthem was now soured by the lurid note of their whorish bodies. Theirridiculous proportions, well displayed beneath scandalous clothing,swayed and jiggled with each step. Nothing was left to the imagination.It was enough to make even me blush.Was it any wonder that everybody was. As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any place in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few pumps over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick adjustment. I see one of the girls widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her mouth, turns her head to the other, giggling. Hanging up the pump, then. .. my fly is undone but i doubt he noticed. He joins us for a smoke while me and his mom exchange smirks.. she starts licking her lips... all i can think at this point is that tom needs to hurry the fuck up and get out of here! As he finishes his smoke he says hes going to mcdonalds, i asked him to get me some food so i knew he would be gone for at least 15 minutes, now was my window of opportunity. as he gets in his car and we hear him drive away i get back up undoing my belt, she says "no we.