Finally being done, I’ll say around eight-thirtyish. It started to drizzle. Well, what did I expect? Yeah at first I was pissed because I really did...’t want to be caught in the rain. As I walked out the door of the lobby my bus passed me by. Great timing, now it’ll be another forty-five minutes before the next one comes! Instead of waiting I decided to walk to the next bus stop because it has a bench to sit down on. I carelessly strolled my ass down the way contemplating on whether or not I. He hooked a firm finger under my chin and pulled me to face him, using his other hand to pull the panties from my mouth, wary of my teeth this time. “It doesn't have to be this difficult you know. Just say it and this stops now.” It was a tempting offer. If only he hadn't looked so smug I might have given in, I might have given him what he wanted, what we both wanted. “Difficult?” I said, hating the slight breathlessness in my voice. “I thought we were just warming up.” He smirked, the bastard. “Turn around and get back on your knees!” This time she obeys without protest. In the dim light I see her looking up at me, but not quite her expression. My cock is in my hand, slimy, slippery from pummelling her cunt. I push the head up under her chin, sliding it across her skin. The rain falls, wet, damp. “There’s one thing every good slut loves. A good face full of cum!” “What if I’m a bad slut?” She gasps as I strike her on the cheek with my cock. Her cheek is damp with rain, possibly with. She could feel her face growing redder with embarrassment. “It’s just a question now of how many strokes of the paddle to give you Megan?” he aked, still looking her in the eye. “And a question of how she is going to thank us afterwards for treating her so leniently!” Andy suddenly said from behind. “Thank you?” Megan asked. “Yes Megan!” Steve stated. “We could have taken this matter much further had we wished” “I……..I……I have nothing to give.” Steve smiled. “Oh I think you have a lot to offer.