She closed the door and looked at her bottom in the mirror. She gasped when she saw how red it was. She quickly washed herself still letting out short...unstoppable sobs before going back to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and picked up her mobile. “Hi Karen,” she said whispering but sounding enthusiastic, “Well it worked. Mum has just put me over her lap and spanked me with her hand and with the hairbrush and it was great.” Karen is Lisa’s best friend and also 22 years old. She replied, “Me too. I was a little taken back by this and a loss for what to say - my thoughts went straight to my dick. What was I going to do - my hand slid in between her legs, after her initial surprise, she opened her legs and I slid my fingers against her slit still encased in her tights and panties. She caught her breath as I fought my way into her panties - yes, she was horny moving her hips to allow better access. She had wispy, thin pubes over her mound. I slipped in to her slit and finger fucked her. I walked up to them and they turned to greet us with a startled look. "Flash," I said sarcasticaly and leaned against the stall, "what's this?" One of the soldiers looked at me, "These are three French hoes... and there tripletes," he said with a greedy east coast accent. I nodded and walked outside. What happened next was even worse than watching men around you get killed. One of the men walked towards them and the three others followed. He pulled out his knife and pressed it against the neck. He stroked a little more and some white globs oozed out. I had never seen anything like it. So much cum. Everything was quiet for a moment then I was flooded with messages and the voice chatter was going crazy. They couldn't believe what they just saw. I was coming down from my orgasm and was worn out. I managed to type a private message to “Mr. Ed” that just said, “Thank You.” He typed back, “Your Welcome.” That evening my head was till filled with thoughts of today's events. I had.