The girl he’d talked to in the women’s locker room was standing behind him. He wasn’t sure what to do. She must have thought he was watching guy... get undressed or something. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t think. ‘Oh, Jesus!’ one of the men groaned. ‘Shit! I-I’m gonna come! Oh, baby!’ ‘What’s going on in there?’ The girl squeezed by Marcus and peeked through the slightly open door. He heard her sudden intake of breath. ‘Oh!’ she said, but didn’t move. Marcus resumed watching what was happening in. Evelyn sobbed and squealed as Miss Pratt thwacked away, gently draggingthe cane up and down Evelyn's gluteous muscles before and after each lash. ?Grabthe wall, Evelyn, and try not to blubber so much. I feel like I'm goringa bull or something.? Miss Pratt would say, as the cane landed again andagain in delicious spots up and down her bleached thighs. ?Oh yes, I justgot you in that nice little crease between your butt and thighs, that's yoursensitive spot, isn't it, dear?? Evelyn was always. I'll make breakfast for you and Becca, that is if Milady ever wakes up of course." I installed myself on the couch, still a bit dozy. Becca came down in a pink baby doll and silently sat next to me, softly caressing my leg. "Hello Irene, did you dream of me?" I stared into her green eyes. She was a bit taller then me, a bit skinny but with all the curves in the right places and with a permanent naughty look in her eyes. I confessed and she just smiled. During breakfast we talked about all kinds. I was mesmerized by what we made, by our differences and our similarities. I couldn’t take my stillness or her writhing any longer and began to thrust, slowly at first but building a rhythm that we both deserved, harder and faster, my cock sluicing through her wetness and opening up her canal. She fit me like a specially designed glove and I was always thrilled to be deep inside her. I could feel the walls of her pussy contract tightly as another orgasmic wave swept through her and almost.