Without saying a word, Angela took the whip in her right hand and swung at Mercedes’ midsection, with an arm motion like she was swinging a tennis r...cket from hell. The fabric of Mercedes’ red dress did little to lessen the pain, as she had gone from the brink of orgasm a moment ago to the opposite extreme. She clenched her muscles again, repeating the kegel exercises she had practiced for years to try and distract from the stinging pain. Tiffany soon felt the same pain, as the whip tore her. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of us getting bored and cutting our losses at a specific part in one of these stories in order to take another. I couldn't complainabout it, as I enjoyed the sex we were having too.By the time I got home I realized that as far as the friendship betweenBilly and I there was really nothing to worry about. We were a couple ofboys having some fun together. Later when the girls are more willing wewould have fun with them too.From March till the end of May I would sleep over Billy's house two orthree times a month. The oral sex we had continued during each visit andI would have to say I became quite good at. The other just wiggled her fingers at him, scanning in silence.Elaine did the quick comparison--there was no stopping it. They were both taller than her. Bustier. There was no getting past that. And they had long hair, whereas hers just kissed her shoulders. But her body was tighter than either of theirs, toned like a cat's. And more flexible too, she knew, from the level two yoga class she taught and they attended. And, she secretly admitted, she had a better ass."Hey, Liz. Christie." His eyes.