The riding crop was on my desk, demanding utmost respect. »Nonono, maybe just a little bit ... ?«, the naive maid was trying to evade a straight ans...er, but I was not to be fooled! Told her, that she was a slut and deserved to be hung in the corner, but she started to sob bitterly in an attempt to soften my evil temper. Coldly I assured her that her dear bottom would learn a lesson tonight that she would remember for good! She winched, that she was f******n this year and bleeding, but still was. During the cab drive to the hotel the three of them engaged in small talk. Jane revealed that she was a sophomore majoring in English Lit. As she had no interest in sports she was unaware of Randy’s prominence on the campus. To her Randy was simply a gorgeous hunk whom she would without a hesitation fuck on the spot if possible. As for Chloe, Jane considered her to be the most stunningly exotic woman she had ever met. True, Brittany was the most gorgeous woman Jane had ever encountered, but. I made my way towards the bar. There was a guy, mid 20’s, lonely, spaced out on whatever game was playing. “What’s got you feeling so down?” I asked, scooting my chair closer to his. He turned my way, giving me that quick up and down look. I couldn’t remember for the life of me of how we got into the men’s bathroom. One moment I was checking him out at the bar, the next he had his hands on my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind it. In fact I wanted more of him in my mouth. I. Fred sorted a few of his papers then they called a taxi, dressed her in her bra and dress without knickers, locked up and were collected by the taxi mid morning, she kneeling on the taxi floor the whole way home to the curiosity of the driver, they did not enlighten him save to say that she had had an accident and found sitting painful. At home they spent the rest of Sunday tending their heroine`s wounds. Ken went off to work on the Monday and Fred went off to by taxi Eastbourne and his.