.First it was sobbing.....then weeping....then it converted to cries....i wascrying...tears flowing from my eyes....her foot was on my head.....so Ico...ldn't move....When she felt that I am about to be unconscious...she stopped."stand up bitch".....I did.....my ass was red....and hurting....i was crying like a child...."Stop whining" my cries converted to sobs...I heard some foot steps approaching...."What the hell is going on here...??" it was Khan, the security guard."I thought I might share. My eyes widened inhorror as I finally saw the walls, and the pictures onthe walls. There was a series of photos, dozens of photos, of a woman walkingdown a sidewalk, crossing a street, entering a store. She was wearing classicclothing: a white blouse, patterned blazer and long floral skirt, a navy skirtsuit, a green blazer over a below-the-knee black skirt, just like I owned. Andunderstated shoes, black flats, low-heeled navy shoes.She was wearing her hair in conservative styles, no flirty. Then disaster struck for the three. His girlfriend. She was a very prettygirl, probably not up there with Alex or Amy, or maybe even Charlie, butvery pretty and a girl with the sweetest nature. None of them had beensure up until now as to whether or not the object of their wild fantasieswas indeed with someone, but there she was in the flesh. Charlie wasvisibly disappointed at this, as both of the others knew what she thoughtof him."Never mind, don't get to upset or anything over it" Amy. His dick seemed pretty average sized, and he seemed to understand my needs. I was so turned on with how he spoke to me that I finally agreed to go through with it once and for all. Everything had gone incredibly. He had fucked me just like he said he would. I was flat on my stomach on the bed, with my wrists handcuffed. He had plowed down into my virgin hole from above...with great intensity...verbally taunting me, and spanking me. It had only hurt a little, but I loved every second of the.