There was some play on both sides with the men judging the audience well. There was soe gritted teeth on fabric as they tried to pull off the thongs. ...he guy in Lindas group moved along to the next person telling her all she had to do was lick it and it would fall off. She was cautious as she moved in, questioning him with her eyes. She licked at the thong and moved away, it did not fall away wit the stripper telling her that she would have to try harder than that. With hi standing right over. I lifted my pelvis off her leg, letting her reach me. Hesitantly, at first, she touched me. “You’re so wet,” she said. “I know,” I replied. “You're the reason.” She looked down at my hand. “It feels so good. I’m close,” she said, almost whimpering. I plunged two fingers into her, then three, fucking her with my hand, pushing the fleshy part of my palm against her clit with each stroke. Her breathing became faster and she started contracting around my fingers. Her breathing was fast and. He didn't see it that way though. He hit the roof! He began yelling and screaming - calling me sissy and pathetic and a whole host of other names. I cried like a little girl! This only made him angrier. Before I knew what was happening, he literally picked me up and placed me over his knee. SMACK!! SMACK!!! His hand came down on my exposed rear like a hammer! I screamed and squealed! Tears poured down my face. I tried to pull away, but the clothes I wore made it impossible for me to get any. Caught by surprise, his hot moist tongue parted my lips and extended deep into my mouth (I really was not prepared for this). My heart was racing at this point. I started having mixed feelings like this was all wrong, so I tried pushing him away telling him I wasn’t gay, but he didn’t stop. He kept telling me, “It’s OK, I won’t tell anyone, no body will ever know and no one has to know, it’s our little secret” and kept on making his moves. I don’t know why, but somehow this did calm me down. At.