When we parked, I could see a railroad bridge through the window. Unlike the other times, the man did not get out of the car, but sat and waited. Not ...ong after we arrived, there was a knock on the driver side door. I could hear a stranger’s voice talking to the driver.“You better have a good one for me, the last one was shit.”“Trust me, she is prime fucking material.”“She better be, otherwise the deal is off. She has been warmed up, right? I hate having to do all the hard work myself.”“Yeah, I. She called me her little slut toy and then slapped my back hard. "You stupid bastard, you nearly made me forget what I was doing!" she said, and then turned and got something and then showed it to me. It was a 7.5 pound weight from my dumb-bell set. "I was going to make use of this!!"As she walked around to the side of the table I could not think for the life of me what Torrie was up to and then I felt her tug on that stocking that had my cock locked out at full attention, and the parking. Suzanne was now ready to re-do the jean jacket shots. She ordered Wendy and Amy back to the stool. She wanted more color on her models’ bottoms for the next series. The two girls exchanged a glance of nervousness and fear that Suzanne just happened to catch with her camera. Once again, Wendy took 15 hard swats on her bottom. This time it was even harder for her not to cry, but she managed to stay quiet. It was Amy’s turn. Again came the sharp sting. It was worse this time, having the 15 new. Then you feel me kiss up your arm to your hand and then feel something go around your wrist. “What are you doing?” you ask. I just kiss you and say, “Shh.”You ask again and I ignore it again and continue to work on your wrist. After a minute, you’re guessing it’s from the robe that was in the bathroom. You feel it get tight on one wrist and then I adjust and move to your other arm and pull it above your head and start to fasten it to the other wrist. My erection is grinding against you as I do.