“And what do you say, slut?”“Thank you Danny” I whimpered.The next ten were harder and I was getting really uncomfortable, starting to get sc...red. I was squirming. He stopped to ask “How many?”“Twenty, thank you Danny”“Good. I don’t want you to move an inch. These next swats are going to be hard and if you move I swear I’ll start over, do you understand?”I groaned inwardly, my heart racing “Yes Danny” I braced myself and dug my fingers into the seat of the couch. The next FIVE took my breath. Although this seismic event was unseen by the fantasizing foursome the erotic energy consumed to fuse the Vagran clitorii was returned in a massive sexual discharge to the room. It fueled their passion beyond the limits of normal human tolerance. Their minds froze, as the thick sweat covering every inch of their skin evaporated in a pulse-beat, then warm urine flowed freely from a quartet of tumescent vulvae, as rapidly as it was produced it was reabsorbed through their gulping skin pores. At. He scrubbed his left thigh still harder and watched closely the dark color build up on his skin. He was taken aback by this. The first thing that came to mind was that there was something wrong with the soap. He dropped it to the floor and tried to wash the color that was now crawling outward in all directions around his left thigh with running water. This did not seem to be of any consequence whatsoever. What the hell, he thought, what the hell is happening to me?Is it an allergy? I don't know. More groans encouraged me to slip my finger in. I wondered briefly if I should be doing some more groaning myself, but I decided against it, weaving my finger around the knobbly flesh inside her vagina, exploring its tightness and wondering what it would feel like to have those taught muscles straining against my cock, rather than my thin finger.All too soon she took my wrist and brought my fingers up to her mouth, sucking them one by one. As she did this, she sat up, her hair falling across.