Twice your grip on my head firmed up as you squirmed, smearing your musk over my nose and cheeks. "Yes!....Yes!... YES!...Right there! OH God!...Don't...stop!" you demanded, as I devoured your sweetness. Your viselike grip on my head relaxed and I came up for air. I stood as you slipped off the bar stool, straightening your skirt. You arched your neck and pulled me in for another kiss. This time you went for my upper lip, sucking your essence off it. "I'm thinking you like my taste almost as. As your Flickr profile says you enjoy being abused, you should really enjoy it. So enjoy!"An instant later the cane sliced across Lori's ass, raising a red weal across both cheeks. Lori howled into the padded floor where her head was secured. Fingers caressed her cunt, tweaked her clitoris - that felt good. Then the second stroke - and more fingers. The remaining four followed in quick succession, each with accompanying caressing of clitoris or insertion of fingers, each bringing howls or. "Jon ... what happened? Were you hurt?" He shook his head. Then her eyes widened in realization. "Jerry ... what happened to Jerry?"Jon closed his eyes for a moment and frowned. Then he looked at her with deep sadness. He swallowed hard. "He saved my life, Barb. The perp we were called out to question had a gun. He pulled it and fired on us through a window. Jerry pushed me down and he got hit in the back. It's pretty bad. He's in surgery right now. The doctor's aren't sure if he's going to. "Okay!" Beth announced, "On to the advanced course! Terence, you're probably gonna suffer some, because I'm gonna have to stop to talk about it -- But I'll make it up to you, okay, Sweetie?" Yeah," Terence agreed. "I ain't worried." Okay," Beth moved on. "What happens when you stick your finger down your throat?" she asked."I gag," Teela replied."Right. Can you control it, or do you just puke?"Teela shrugged and popped her eyes. "I dunno. I'm not bulimic."Beth eyed the slight girl. "I bet that.