Still, I continued to tease her for several minutes before she finally couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed me by the hair and shoved my face into ...er steaming sex.As my tongue ran through her swollen, wet folds, she screamed out, “Oh god, yes, a real man!”I worked my tongue in and out of her pussy. I stayed away from her clit until I saw she was on the edge, then shoved two fingers into her and found her G-spot. I then clamped my mouth on her clit and grabbed it lightly with my teeth while. “Sorry. I know we were never buddies, but you deserve better.”“Wow! Are you for real? No schadenfreude?”Danny shrugged. “It’s not like I can point fingers. Helen and I screwed the pooch, too.”“Yeah, but you are a father, not just a sperm donor,” Helen cut in. “Hey, have you any plans? Charlotte and I are making pasta. You wanna join us?”“If Charlotte is okay with it, sure. It’s Lynn’s turn to cook tonight, and she’s got this idea that everything on a pig is edible.”Helen laughed, knowing that. Finally, Master whips my bottom ten more times, leaving long red stripes on my tender skin. The whip is dropped to the ground and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. It is over. Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against my tight asshole. Master leans forward and whispers into my ear, "Tell me, Penny. Where do bad little sluts get fucked?" I know the answer to that question. "Bad sluts get fucked in. Wanting to take it up a notch I approached my friend Jake. A nice looking muscular black man that Brandi has never met. He was going to get two of his friends and we were going to stage Brandi's **** fantasy.On the night we chose while Brandi was taking her shower I let the guys in. After grabbing her naked and tying her up and blindfolding her I had the guys loosely tie me to a chair. They were instructed to pretended to be robbing the house when they saw Brandi tied up and figured they'd help.