That was all theexperience I had. Now a man was holding my hips with his hands and Ilooked up, partly in shock, just in time to see him lean in.Before...I knew what was happening he had kissed me. I was kissing a man."Beautiful!" said Sharon, taking a picture.His lips rested on mine for an instant and I gasped involuntarily. Aninstant later his tongue was in my mouth. Again, the camera flashed, andI got a glimpse in the mirror of the husband holding his wife, who wasdressed very femininely, him. I squeezed her harder; no words could assuage her feelings – not now, not at this time. I used my left hand to slide under her blouse, to just touch her bare skin, not anything sexual, only to touch and stroke her skin-to-skin, try and show her I was feeling feelings the same or similar.I hadn’t noticed before – how could I have missed? – Ping must have removed her bra totally at the rest stop, and she clearly wanted me to cuddle her more, using her hand to push mine up to cup her mound; I was. .. When he was done filling my mouth with piss, he roughly placed his hand against my mouth, not letting me spit his piss out. I hated him.When he finally let go I spit as much as I could, angering him. He walked over to another tool chest near the workbench, and this time came back with a riding crop! I screamed at the top of my lungs, and the first whack of the crop fell upon my backside. It hurt much worse than his hand. I began crying from the pain. He whacked me at least 10 times,. After that, we both cleaned ourselves, I wore my dress and she wore her saree. Then, she ordered tea for both of us and we again discussed general things and about the life in general.Then, she handed over the money to me and she had given me 20K to which she replied that it was the best sex she had ever had and was genuinely happy but I returned the 20K back to her saying I am not into this for money and her satisfaction was more than enough for me. But she was very adamant and out of force, I.