I wondered if I would be allowed to lick Tiffany’s pussy. I realized that, yes, I would, for their mother had a contract to have me ‘pay with my a...s’ for the privilege. While I had trouble imagining how the whipping could hurt more when I attended to Tiffany, I knew that it would. I’d had it demonstrated with the second paddling. While I licked and rimmed Tammy.In spite of the certainty. This sure knowledge that I was to suffer horribly as the price of admission, so to speak, I looked forward. And here I am.”Lynn said, “No one wants you to do anything you don’t want to do around The Circle. You don’t have to have sex at all, or threesomes, or group, or anything. We will just love you the way you are and the way you want to be loved.”Steph nodded enthusiastically, “I want all that ... I want the sex, because I know the basis for that here is love, not raw lust and guys just needing me as a cum dumpster. That’s what one guy called me, his cum dumpster. I was so bad and so low, I just. My own directness was all new. My head was spinning with crazy thoughts as we walked to my Winnie; thoughts of rum and cum and strangers and life. The past hour might have just as well been a dream. Yesterday, I was packing my bugout bag to escape a horrid marriage, and today I had my first orgasm in three years, on a stranger’s hand inside a creepy bar somewhere on the Seacoast. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. My thoughts stopped. I blurted out loud “WHERE am I, I mean what town is. I practise a smile and feel nerves twinge through me.I enter the arrivals lounge and keep walking with the tide of people from my flight as Italian voices call out. I glance around and as I cannot see Doug, I begin to panic- then a gentle hand touches my shoulder and I turn to see Doug smiling down at me. He is 6'4" with thick brown hair, hazel eyes and a handsome smile. He towers above my 5'2" frame and I suddenly feel very small indeed."Hello Mel," Doug's voice is soft and warm in his.