She turns her face up to his and they kiss. At first it is just a short friendly kiss. They separate for a second and then their lips join in a passio...ate kiss. As their tongues explore each other's mouths, Jim grabs Lynn's ass and grinds his crotch into her. They stand kissing and humping against each other for what seems like forever though it is probably only a minute or two. They break their embrace and Lynn gets in the car. I close the door and get in the driver's side. Jim and Lynn wave. By the 8th strike I fallen off my feet and am simply lying on thedesk. "Get your sissy ass up in the air bitch!" master whispers into my ear. Islowly raise my ass off the desk and plant my feet once again to receivemy remaining 3 strikes of punishment. Finally he has finished. I neverthought my ass could hurt this much as I stand there bent over his deskcrying uncontrollably into my gag. After what feels like forever but musthave only been a few minutes I feel a cool lotion being rubbed onto. She whispered brokenly. This time he didnt give her anytime to recover and brought the paddle down again. T-three. Each time he changed the area of where hed slap her. Sometimes itd be directly on her ass but his favorite place to hit her was her pussy. Callie messed up counting twice and they had to start over but that was alright by him. By the time they reached 17 Callie was panting and her pussy was dripping wet from her arousal. When he looked at her face he saw her tear stained checks and. I've never had one. Not one of my friends has had one. Relax." "It can't be a myth," I said. "My buddies have it happen all the time. Trust me." "Crap," she said. "So my friends are a pack of liars." "No, their girlfriends are a pack of fakers. They go 'Ooooh baby, oh my God.' The faked vaginal orgasm is an art form. Be thankful I don't do that with you." Anyway, she dumped me and I think it was the sex. She kicked me out of her apartment and I moved in with my buddies. I was in a club one.