In her hand was a black leather paddle. It had and eighteen inch long, three inch diameter handle. The paddle itself was made of black leather. It was...three feet long and one foot wide. Unlike most paddles, this one had no solid inner core. This one was completely flexible. It reminded Katie of a pet door.The woman talking was a head taller than Heather. She had a pinched face, piercing blue eyes, and a large mane of straight blond hair, that flowed down her back. It was almost certainly a wig.. How did I let myself go like that? I was an insane monster. I look back and I just want to crawl under a rock and die.”Doug had tears falling down his cheeks. “You too? I remember ... before Carol died, Frida was so disgusted with me, she dared me to rape her too. I just laughed at her and checked out more women from the pussy barn. Frida was powerless to stop me.” Doug was referring to his former girlfriend. He cried softly, “Why didn’t I listen?!”“Do you know Frida is married to Mark. It would be an understatement to say that I was insecure what to think of the whole situation. That whole plumber thing may be quite popular in the world of porn but after almost 5 years in this job I had never experienced anything like that. And after all, this was obviously a teenage girl.Just as I had finished and wanted to check everything one more time the girl came over and knelt beside me, still wrapped in a towel only."So, how's it going?" Everything should be working fine now.". It was already wet with precum. I went to my knees, pulled his jeans down and had about 8" of hard cock in front of me and growing. My cock was straining to get out but I ignored it.I licked the precum from his cock head, ran my tongue lightly around the rim and then down and up the shaft. It was so thick I didn't think I could get it in my mouth, but I opened wide and sank my mouth over his cock head and halfway down his shaft. He let out a gasp as I did and put his hands on my either side of.