Just as she came to grips with her pussy being gaped wide open by the vicious dike, she felt the tip of the fake cock putting pressure on her asshole....Hillary started thrashing around just as Bulldog thrust the cock into her backdoor. The scream silenced by her own panties shoved deep in her mouth. Bulldog started fucking just as hard if not harder into Hillary's ass, her pain was excruciating and it showed on her face. Just as the young girl passed out from pain, Tom bid Bulldog goodbye and. He lets go of one leg and slaps my breasts. I arch my back, thrusting my chest up. He slaps it again, then grips my nipple between his fingers and squeezes. It's so hard and painful, but it is exactly what I want and crave. What I need. I groan and start panting with pleasure. I'm so close, again. "Please, please!" I scream. Just a little more. I just need a little more. "Fuck!" "Cum for me, bitch! Fucking cum! I'm going to cum in your pussy and fill you up like the fucking whore you are!" he. On the next swat, I stood up and rubbed my bottom. “I told you not to move from your position,” she said. “For that, you will receive ten more swats. Bend over, again.” So I bent over to receive twenty more swats. At fifty swats she said, “That takes care of your fifty swats, now stay bent to receive your extra ten swats of the paddle.”I bent over again and I stayed bent over until the last two swats. They were so painful that I stood up again and rubbed my poor hurting bottom. “Clyde,. “Thank you very much,” I said, maybe a little too loudly. “You’re cute, too.”He also dressed well, considering it was Southern California. A white shirt that wasn’t crisp, but which was really white. Jeans that looked nearly new. And shined shoes, something I saw all too rarely.We chatted and had a glass of white wine, while John mostly watched pro football and drank a beer, although I could tell he was listening. We had a few things in common, more that we didn’t, but he seemed like a nice.