Under the canopy of branches and foliage, the air was noticeably cooler and filtered shafts of light played around me as I walked on.The soft chirping...of small birds in the tops of the trees lulled me, and I decided that I should take this route more often; pleased that my curiosity was opening new vistas. It was right about then that I saw them. A little way off the edge of the path I could see two men standing amongst a grove of trees and shrubbery. They seemed to be watching something. I began to find certain things that appealed to me, one of which was fucking a hooker. For some reason, the thought of picking up a girl who gets in your car with the sole intention of taking your cock and making you cum for money before departing your own separate ways really turned me on. It was dirty, it was convenient, and it was something I wanted to try. I had never seen any hookers around where I lived, but I knew there had to be some somewhere. I began to look in all the spots I could. "Mmm... nice", it was Erskine. "Lets have those off". Two pairs of hands went in the top of my breeches and yanked then down- catching and hurting my cock as they came down. "What shall we use- hand, crop or belt?" At this a hand slapped my right arse cheek very smartly making me give a little yelp. "Let me go!" I pleaded, feeling about as vulnerable and humiliated as a person can. "Crop, To start with ". A pause, then I heard a crop being swished through the air experimentally. Another pause,. .. making her wait, making her want... Reaching the top of her thighs, He slowly runs a gentle finger over her lips, feeling they are already becoming wet. Sliding the finger in and out slowly at first then increasing the tempo till her hips move with His hand. He stops, moving His hand back to pinch her clit hard, causing her to gasp at the sudden sensation coursing through her body. Just as suddenly He plunges His finger back into her now freely flowing river. tickling gently, running His.