“Slap me, Jay. Smack it hard. Pull it hard!” She was sounding upset now. I smacked her ass as hard as I dared and yanked her hair with some vigor....She fucked me even harder. “Oh God, Jay. What have I done?” she mumbled. “Fuck me, baby. Make me come!”I pistoned my cock hard into her cunt, lifting her off the bed. She gasped. At this point she started sobbing. I stopped, thinking I’d hurt her, but she continued to hump me hard. “No, Jay, don’t stop. Fuck me, baby. Make me come, and come inside. That’s the way my maker intended me to be!After I gave him a lingering thank-you hug and lots of excited kisses, he slowed me down and explained the rules.“Listen, Katie, I know we’ve talked about going to a place like this before, but this one is definitely very open. You like to party and have lots of fun, and I want you to have a great time. Just remember, everyone is like-minded at this place so it’s all your choice. Do as little or as much as you like, and expect others around you to be. It was nicer than any men's room I had ever seen. Along onewall were a mirror and half a dozen wash basins set into a long blackmarble counter top with flowers and a candle between each one. There was asmall chair in front of each basin. Along the other wall was a row ofstalls. Christie led me into one of the stalls and told me to pull down mygirdle and sit on the toilet. "All I have to do is pee," I whined."Well, this is the way girls have to pee," she explained. If somebody walksin and sees. Then two of us pulled her shirt over her head. She stood up and turned to face the bar.With a little encouragement she dropped her hands to her sides for a couple of seconds and then covered up again before sitting back down. She quickly pulled her t-shirt back over her head. A few more dares were made and another round was bought and then it was the “flashers” turn to make a dare.She looked at me with a devilish grin, grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something on it before sliding it over to.