She tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came out, "Shut that fucking white cunt up!" the driver said and she felt a hard slap on her panty covere... ass and she could feel the sting and then another, "Shut the fuck up bitch!" and she sobbed as she felt the burning on her ass. Her face was down in the floorboard and she couldn't see where they went, but they drove a long time. The hand that had spanked her now roamed freely over her ass as they drove, it's long fingers snaking between her. He looked long, but I knew from personal experience that it would get harder, but not much longer. I saw Chuck looking as well. I hope he means what he said.We all showered and slipped in the tub. Caroline got in first and Chuck was right behind. She sat down and Chuck was right beside her. Kurt was next and I got in and sat beside him.I had to say, “This was a great idea, Caroline. I feel so relaxed right now. You couldn’t get me to fuck.”Kurt quickly said, “Crap! And I was just about to ask. I dressed in loose slacks, dark patterned shirt, and sport coat. After I told Jess my requirements for the evening, she chose a very short, wrap-around kimono style dress, and 6” heels. No bra, no underwear, not even a g-string. She looked like a street hooker, albeit, much more beautiful. Definitely, a high class escort, if nothing else.We went over the conditions once more. I just wanted to make sure that Jess still understood, and that she hadn’t had any second thoughts about our new. At the end of it all, we found ourselves grabbing a late night drunk slice and planning our next outing. We decided that this went well enough, and that we would host Mark and Sarah the following weekend for a more low-key night of wine and whatnot. — Suffice it to say, Dee and I were quite excited when Friday evening rolled around and we started to set things out for our little party. Cheese and tapenade in the kitchen, a couple bottles of pino grigio and bordeaux blanc on the dining table,.