She glared up at him. But she was also stroking his cock.He was confused. He was ashamed for getting caught peeping at her through a slightly opened b...droom door. But he was certainly enjoying the hand job. And he wasn’t quite sure how to process the spanking.She gave the cock a break and cupped his balls in her hand.“Should I tell your mother, Bobby?”“No, please.”She clenched her hand harder around his balls. He winced.“Uh, fuck,” he muttered.She spanked at him. “Don’t curse at me, you little. " Oh you think so," I retorted. "Who was it that nearly got me killed on that bridge? If it wasn't for you egging me on it would have never happened!" Nick started towards me as if to shake some sense into me, but I warned him that if he so much as touched me, I'd scream rape so loud everyone would hear. It gave him pause, and he backed off muttering, "You haven't heard the last of this, bitch!" His threat sent shivers though me. As a guy I wasn't afraid of that type, as they can normally. See she dates one of the guys, but really all the boys wanted a piece of that fine ass. You know what I mean?" SMACK! Grant punctuated his question with a particularly hard spank. "Anyway she dates a guy called Franklin, but that eventually goes south. Now see the other guys, they turn their back on Franklin. Cause they all want a shot at Wendy. Eventually they each try and she shoots them all down. Even me." WHAP! "That's fine though. We all stayed friends. But the boys never stopped lusting. She told me about her neighbors in the four story building so that I'd know who they were and so they wouldn't think I'd broken into the building if they saw me in the stairway. Then there was a mind boggling series of details about her part of town and how to get around the city. She gave me subway and bus maps, a tourist guide, and a couple of magazines about New York. She had tickets for "West Side Story" on Monday night, reservations for Ronnie and us on another night, tickets for an.