”“What if there was a way...” she panted, her eyes fluttering. “A way that we didn’t have ... lose our cocks. None of us.”I frowned at her... What was she up to?“Just stop ... fucking me. Let’s talk. We can ... We can team up. You don’t want to lose your cock.”“I won’t,” I grinned. “My side’s winning. I just spoke to Ms. Kim. She defeated Cassie or Kimmie. I’ve defeated Dr. Rita. And as soon as I cum in your tight snatch, well, you’ll be out of the game, too. Have you defeated anyone?”“No,” she. I tottered on my heels as they led me to one of the walls where they spead-eagled me again, and chained me to it with my face against the whitewashed bricks. Again I heard the whish of the whip through the air and felt it cut agonisingly into my skin."The slave will count fifty lashes," snorted one of the women, "Starting from now." I counted out loud up to ten. "We can't hear you," another of the women said, "Shout it out. Start the count again!"I really do not know how many lashes I received.. . Dang they were great pictures. This guy had to be the smoothest talking weirdo on the planet! As he printed them off he pressed her against Honey’s hip, carrying the pictures to the washroom. Oh no, not again. Geez horn dog give it a break! 15 harrowing minutes later he was back at his desk and vella was all the more determined to get out of this thumb. Any more of ‘fun time with Wanky’ and she’d be hurling. Hurling… maybe that’s it. During the drive, she felt like blacking out when he was. “I’m sorry, but Teresa does not date and does not go out except on weekends. You’ll need to leave.”Jack made no move to leave, and subtly placed a foot in the door. “Mrs. Jimenez, Teresa is nineteen, not nine. She has a job and is going to college. She asked me to pick her up tonight, and I am here to do that.”“No, Teresa will not be going out with you, or anybody else for that matter. Now you should leave immediately, or there will be trouble.” She pushed the door shut, but found it was.