“What have you messed up Ashley? Everything is fine, don’t worry.” I told her.“I have hurt you, Brian. That’s something I never, ever meant ...o happen.” she responded.“Ash, really, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have these feelings for you, I know it’s not right. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry. But look, I will be leaving here soon, after a while things will get back to normal, don’t worry.” I told her.She looked up at me like perhaps, I had just made things worst. I was really confused at this. Over the course of several sessions, our last taking place the night before she's slaughtered, I reassure her that the process will be as pain-free as possible. "I won't lie. There will be some discomfort. That's unavoidable. But the goal is to make the experience as erotic as possible. Primarily for the guests, it's true. They are our first concern. However, you will benefit as well."Kimmi considers this. She is naked, of course, physically, but also psychologically. The nakedness helps. I stood there in a fog of my own making, certainly not caused by the warm air of the ocean. God knows how long I might have stood there were it not for the Angie wannabe standing up and intruding into my personal space.With a calmness I could never have mustered, she said, "Jerry, how are you? You're looking great!" Unh ... Angie?" I was noted far and wide as a smooth talker."Yes, I'm Angie. Was that a question?" You're Angie?" Yeah, Jerry, and I'm pretty sure you are Jerry. Please let me know. WHILE SHE HELD ME DOWN OVER THE COUCH ARM, HER FREE HAND STARTED SPANKING MY BARE BUTT AS HARD AND FAST AS SHE COULD. IT WAS PROBABLY ONLY ABOUT A MINUTE OF CONTINUES SLAPS ON MY BUTT CHEEKS, AND BACK OF MY UPPER LEGS, BUT BY THE TIME SHE FINALLY STOPPED, I HAD KICKED OFF MY TRUNKS ENTIRELY, AND I WAS FEELING THE 2 MOST PAINFUL THINGS I HAD EVER FELT IN MY YOUNG LIFE. IN RETROSPECT, I THINK THAT MY BUTT ACTUALLY CAUSED ME SLIGHTLY MORE PAIN THAN MY EAR, BUT NOT BY MUCH! THEN I HEAR A MALE.