M.“Did you ever repack a go-bag for your car?” Ashleigh knew I had previously mentioned a “go-bag” for when I stayed the night at friends’ h...uses or a girl’s place.“I did repack it. Should I bring it in?” I replied. I was a little shocked she had asked, too.“It can’t hurt anything if you do,” and she waved me inside. I began to wonder what her intentions were if she was telling me to bring my go bag in with me.But regardless, it was almost a ritual at this point. I took off my shoes, sat my go. Tarah had written her phone number 408 388-6969 after 6:00 PM.We met at a quiet sushi bar. Dr. Tarah had her hair down. She had on a beige sweater that showed off a serious pair of assets and her slacks were either a little tight or she had a rocking ass. The bottom of her sweater didn't quite meet her belt line and revealed just enough of her tummy to let me know that she'd done her share of crunchies. She'd put on a light perfume and her glasses were gone. Had she not waved when I came. He has created me into the Gaping Cunt hewanted me to be. He didn't say a word to me. He grabbed on to my hair and pulled me back into thebedroom and threw me on the bed. He saw one of the locks sitting there and gruntedloudly. He whipped me onto my stomach while ripping off my robe. He took his belt offand made a whipping sound with it. "You are getting the beating of your life for removingthat lock you Cunt!" WHIP came the belt across my bare ass. I screamed! "Shut up youCunt! Each time you. Meanwhile, Lori continued to play with my cock. She moved from forcing it back and forth to playing with it up and down. She pushed down on it, let go, and then watched as it sprung back up to its naturally erect position. I knew other woman watched too, but I was not brave enough to look around to check how many there were."Wow! That really feels nice!" Lori complimented as she played. "Your cock looks even longer when I point it straight out. It's got to be like nine inches long. I'll have to.