She felt ashamed that she had enjoyed it. Some part of Angela craved the domination. The bondage and feeling of helplessness only heightened the sensa...ion for her. I don't believe she enjoyed the torture, especially considering the extent of the damage, but on some level, a part of her had not only enjoyed it, but really gotten off on it, and the guilt was slowly killing her.Okay, so now I knew what the problem was, so what do I do now? As I said, there had to be more to it than just knowing. A minute later Daryl had given the other Twin an orgasm. Now the girls stood up. They removed the guys’ shirts and repeated the kissing, licking, sucking and returning for a kiss. Then they knelt in front of the guys. They unbuckled belts and undid jeans. They slowly lowered the guys’ jeans to the floor. No underwear. They had a theme going. In unison the twins brought the guys’ rods into their mouths. They sucked, they licked and sucked their balls, they rimmed the guys’ assholes, then back to. I thought it had to be some kind of joke but when he held me face down on the blankets I realized I was going to get it good with the club that the village elder carried with him at all times as a symbol of his authority. The first full swing blow from the club chased away any thoughts of this being a pleasant experience because the heavy wood whacked my cheeks pretty hard and there were marks back there for almost a full week.I certainly didn't think it was at all fair because I was a newcomer. Whenever the music was playing, she was dancing. I was there with several friends and she just came up out of the crowd and stretched out on our blanket with her head in my lap, looking up at me. “Hi,” was all she said, then another reggae song started, and she was up dancing, spinning, and twirling, beaded dreadlocks streaming out away from her head. A few days later she sent me a friend request on Facebook, which I accepted. Scrolling through her timeline and photos, it quickly became.