My penis rubbed up against her skirt and the material felt good as my penis slide along down her thigh. There I was with my ass in the air waiting for...that first crack of the paddle. To my surprise Sister Mary Rose took her hand and rubbed my ass very softly in small circles both cheeks. This was making my penis start to move, it felt just as good as her skirt did. Then came the crack, but not with the paddle. It was with her hand, and another and another. I lost count about six or. . you get my drift.I drove out to the location he gave me the address to. Kind of out there, more like an industrial/ warehousing area in the middle of nowhere. I found the business, nervous to the point I could hardly walk, I approached the front door. A sign read, deliveries in rear. The door was locked. I drove around back of the building and pulled up to a delivery door. Parked and walked into a small office. Mark was standing there smiling and said, "Rita?" That is my name I liked in my. Amy walked towards Frank's backside and placed the cincher aroundFrank's waist. She then told him she was going to start tightening it.Frank nodded and told her to go ahead. Frank felt little discomfort asshe began to lace the cincher. However, the more she did, the morepain Frank felt. Frank remembered her words and tried not to show anyof the pain he figured he was not supposed to be experiencing. Frankbreaths then suddenly felt constricted."What's going on?" Frank said as he began to take. The whole point of the date was to cum. If I gave them a handjob, they were done. Mission accomplished. Time to go home. The same thing if I blew them. It seemed that by the time I wiped off my mouth we would be halfway home.And it was the same with intercourse. When I did let someone actually fuck me, I almost felt like I wasn't even there. I expected my first time to hurt, but it was the same even after that. As soon as they realized that they could fuck me, it was: Stick it in, Pump fast,.