I simply said, ‘Why don’t we meet at a local bar? Even if we just talk, it can’t be any worse than our respective earlier dates.’ This seemed ...minently logical to this female whose name I do remember – Rebecca – and we met at a bar that would be open late night that she suggested. Of course we hit it off. The bar we chose had these awesome old fashioned barrel booths, we were fortunate enough to nab one. Rebecca was just as pretty in person as she had appeared in her photo. She was thin up top. He turned the page on the flip chart over. When I seen what was written I sunk down on the bed."Up on your knees slut." I heard the whish of the crop through the air before I felt the sting on my back. Before I could get back up he lashed me twice more. I looked again at the words on the page. I thought things couldn't get any worse but this was the worst yet."Get on with it slut."I looked at the camera and started to read the words."I'm Pauline, I'm 55 years old, married and the mother of two. ” I say it more as a statement than a question.My sister bares her teeth and snarls at me, “I’m not your fucking minion.” She snaps, “you’re not my boss.”I lunge at her and in a split second I have my long, sharp and hardened fingernails pressed against her throat.“I’m the older, the stronger and more intelligent of the two of us so I think I am the boss.” I tell her as I let my fingernails dig deeper into her throat drawing a few beads of black blood.My sisters blood red eyes meet mine and she. .. mmmmm ... mmmm..." Hitch knew she was cumming.Kieu-Linh peeled down her pants and bent forward, smiling back at Hitch. He pulled out his cock and ran it up and down her slit. Kieu-Linh was already wet.She slid back onto his penis and moaned as he rooted inside her vagina. Kieu-Linh rocked forwards and back, her hand down between her legs. Hitch saw movement under the blankets, and it was clear that Diego was rising over Catalina. A light grunt came from the girl's throat, and Diego began to.