I decided to spare her the drama of my recent visit to my grandfather, instead inquiring about her day. We talked for a few minutes before she went to...change clothes and get comfortable. I noticed that since I had come back home, the awkward feelings with Ashley had somewhat passed. Maybe what had happened between us was for the best, we now knew what the parameters were. She came back into the kitchen dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, as usual she looked awesome. We resumed our conversation. He pounded my pussy for a few minutes then pulled out and came all over my stomach and chest. The next thing I knew the whole crew was lined up to fuck me and do whatever they want to me. I prepped some of the guy and sucked on some of the crew's black cock as another invaded my pussy. I was orgasming like no tomorrow and was hot and horny wanting more. I did find it strange that none of them would cum in me but cum on my face, or my tits, or just on my stomach and pussy. But, I didn't mind, I. Real nice, she emphasized. But I don’t know I need one that nice. So, what are you going to do, buy a crappy new one for $325, I asked her.She didn’t say anything. She knew I had a point. But she didn’t want to pay either. What would you say to $175, I asked her, bidding against myself.If I do what? she asked.I was thinking maybe bend over that stove and let me fuck you from behind, I said.No way, she countered.Well make me an offer, then, I said.Not with that condition, she said.Fine,. ’” With that she cut down again with the lash directly on my swollen clitoris.“One! One! Oh, god, one!”“Very good, Miss Gringsworth. We will now continue with a proper count.”To my credit, I managed to maintain the count despite the pain. Each time I felt I might lose consciousness, but I had to focus past it to call out the count or it would become infinitely worse. When I had finally called out twelve, I would have collapsed had I not been securely bound.My breath came in shuddering.