So, reluctantly, I rinsed off and climbed out. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved and deodorised, and slapping my face with aftershave. My thoughts re...urned to Josephine, and I wondered at how she accepted the flogging she received. 'Volunteered' was how Chantelle described it. Did she really volunteer? Like, put her hand up, and said "pick me, pick me!" What was the pain like? Josephine didn't seem to mind it. But, did she really like it? Was it the feeling of the flogger hitting her skin that. He alternates between using his cock and his fingers making me cum repeatedly to the point I start saying no. Forcing my orgasms out one by one where I have no choice but to come and squirt and despite my objections to it happening again, they keep happening. He spanks my bottom whilst continuing to fuck me: “I didn’t say you could come!” I whine at him that I can’t stop, they won’t stop.I beg for mercy… “Not even if I go down and eat you out, my tongue all over your clit tasting you?” …my clit. Slowly, the bulky body began to slip through the window. Martin braced his feet against the side of the truck and kept pulling frantically. ‘Hang on, we’re coming down!’ someone yelled from up above. The flames licking at the back of the truck were much brighter now. All of a sudden there was a loud explosion as one of the truck’s rear tires, or maybe the spare, exploded from the heat. The shock of hearing the bursting tire gave Martin a burst of extra energy. All of a sudden, the limp person. For three beautiful girls in his classes he developed a fancy but unfortunately all three of them were jock types. He didn’t know whether they even knew his name. He talked a lot with his parents and they told him seriously what kind of crazy circles high schools produce. His dad told him to be himself and be patient. He took his advice to heart and socialized carefully. At his eighteenth birthday Todd had some very good reliable friends. They always sat and talked together during lunch time..