"Be a good girl," Owner said and left. The metal door clanged shut.I had my mouth opened and in fear closed my eyes. A moment of time lapsedand I open...d my eyes. Owner was still right near my face and a anothergood load of his spit came out of his mouth into mine."You'll thank me girl," he said and then let my head go back. My mouth felt full with his spit covering the roof of my mouth andpuddling in back at the entrance of my throat. Then he put his hardenedcock past my lips. I tried to think. It was gone again. I heaved again. Only stringy, white spit came out of my mouth. Over the last hour, the fare had become less interesting. The sick pain in the gut had turned into searing pain of a muscle worked past the point of fatigue. I kind of like it. There was a sense of surrender. I was no longer thrown by the bouts of vomiting. I was a lifeless rag that let the bouts of pain and vomit reaction travel through the body. The ocean and I had partnership. I gave her a spoonful. She cleared. I find myself staring thinking is this really happening, then low and behold the towel hits the floor. I stare in absolute awe and my cock begins to get hard in no time. Without noticing I slide my hand under my jeans and feel how hard I was getting. I had no idea what she was doing but I was certainly enjoying the view. Then in my amazement Julie begins touching herself. Her hand lowers to her pussy and I hear a faint moan. I start to stroke my now throbbing cock and wonder should I go inside. “Now, J.D., I know you must be excited to help Mandy celebrate,” she said, taking him by the elbow, “so I hope you will give her a proper introduction to the party. I’m afraid, though, that being first, you must also be the most traditional.”At a gesture from the tall blonde, a busty black slave girl with an unruly mane of curls appeared, carrying a large, wooden paddle and ceremoniously handed it to the athlete. It occured to me that he was a football player from school, though I didn’t really.