I sucked ever cock and his three times, as he used my pussy twice and my ass once. The fucking took hours before it was over and it ended only because...the guys couldn't get hard anymore. My torment didn't end with the final fucking; no Big C took his time with my nipples and slapping my overused pussy. It was getting light when he finally was done with me. Putting my dress on was a job I hurt all over; even the soft material of the dress hurt my sore nipples as it moved over them. I couldn't. . you boys want me to take a look and see if there's anyone I recognize from my past?" she purred in her throaty, feline voice.Everyone looked at the exotically beautiful blonde with the cat-like blue eyes and frowned.Then Tom and Charles glanced at each other. Their eyebrows went up as if to say, "It couldn't hurt..." Oh, come on, you guys! It was just a joke!" Barbara exclaimed. Everyone chuckled quietly."I bet ... a quarter." Rick Estevez said nonchalantly. He should've bet fifty cents .... Afterwards, Mr. Russell let me know, “Until we leave this court, we are just Bill and Wilt, two guys from the playground; you got it Rookie?”“Yes sir!” I said.Coach sat down and watched the first game to 21 while Bill refereed the game Wilt, and I went at it. I tried to beat Wilt off the dribble I thought I was clear he blocked my shot from behind. Now I was pissed and embarrassed not only had I forgot who this man is, I forgot he was taller and as big as me, and much more experienced than me.. My erect member pointed straight out. Donna whispered, "Mistress, please!" when the certainty of her impending punishment became clear. I don't know if she had ever been caned before. When she felt the first stroke, her whole body jerked, then she yelled. Another stroke, and she gritted her teeth. Mistress kept whipping, and Donna tried to suppress her vocal reaction. By the tenth stroke, she freely shouted, and my firm erection showed my arousal. Mistress delivered twenty four striations.