We were finally alone and I told her I had one more load for her. She called her boyfriend and I slid my cock into her. Her cunt was slimy with all th... cum inside her. She started to clear her throat and tell her what she had done. "I started fucking one guy and then his friends showed up and they all took turns on me. One after another for hours". My cock was balls deep. "I love the feeling of all this cum inside of me. I think I'm really a whore. Can I be your whore? I can't live without. Eyes that were on me and only me. It was him. He had found me without actually calling on me. Smiling to myself privately, I kept my eyes on the book in my hands. I was debating whether to buy it or not. Shrugging, I decided to buy it. Closing the book, I turned down another aisle and kept looking. “Find anything interesting?” his voice said behind me. I didn’t jump. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction that he had successfully snuck up on me. “Maybe..” I said, uninterested. He peeked at the. "You know what to do. Strip and get over the whipping bench," ordered Martha, "You won't be shackled because I'm not a customer. You will count each stroke. You won't move or try to get up until you are told that you may. Do you understand?" Yes, Madame," said a very frightened Jacqui, quietly.She quickly slipped off her overalls and lay over the whipping bench. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the agony to come when she saw the actual birch cane in Martha's hand."Yes, this one really. " She stated as she rose. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She looked familiar but had an aura and presence that confused him when he tried to think of who she was. She was dress in gossamer gowns of earthen colors, yet even with the many layers of cloth he could see her naked body beneath. The smooth swell of her young breasts contrasted by the sharp points of her nipples pressing through the fabric. The dark mound of hair protecting her motherhood between her legs. Her.