She fisted my hole hard as her teeth ravaged my tits and nipples. By now my tits were covered with her bite marks but the fisting had me so turned on ... did not care.Then the young whore told me get on my hands and knees. She wanted to ass fuck me. As i got on my hands and knees she then began to finger fuck my ass. She had fingers in my cunt as she had four fingers in my ass and was fucking both holes hard. It was not long before she had stretched my ass and rammed her fist in it and was now. But it's not like I am going anywhere.Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. I hear you tell me you are done with the paddle, that I am doing well, to stay still, we are almost done.You set the paddle down and pick up the crop and smack it into your hand. I shudder slightly at the sound, knowing what is to come. Just as with the paddle, the strikes come in quick sequence.One, two, three, four... The crop bites into my already red and tender bottom. Making me groan and tense.Eight, nine,. One of them was a couple, a musician and his stage hand girlfriend. We quickly became friends and they would come over to my apartment to hang out and drink or whatever frequently. His girlfriend was about 5'2", sandy blonde hair, green eyes, nice curves, c-cup tits, with a cute face behind glasses.Well it was near mardi gras and my buddy and his girlfriend came over as well as his brother. We were celebrating fat tuesday by eating tacos and drinking mexican beers and tequila. His older brother. I’m gonna go take a nap now. I’m exhausted, and I think that drink went straight to my head, which I intended it too.” “Nice to meet you. What’s your name, anyway? I can’t call you fellow strandee all night, can I?” “Sarah,” I responded. “And yours?” “Sam,” he responded, turning to look off behind the bar at the threatening sky. “Maybe we’ll see each other again if this weather persists.” “Yeah, probably so,” I responded. The bartender brought my change. I left him a good tip, smiled goodbye.