”“OK, calm down, sweetie. Look, you like these guys, right?” Julie nodded her head, saying nothing. “Now tell me this, if I hadn’t mentioned...the money, would you have been willing to go to bed with Phil?”“I don’t know, maybe, but you’re talking prostitution. I can’t, it’s not right.”“So, you’d rather let some guy pick you up, take you home, give him a jump, and have nothing to show for it but a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass? My way is a little more practical, that’s all.”“You’ve done. I made quick work of tying the two squirming bodies together with the ropes I had laid on the mattress. I cinched the rope tight around the two bodies, binding them together hips to shoulders, ensuring both ladies had little wiggle room.I stood back and looked at the incredibly sexy sight before me. Both women were squirming and moaning, eager to get at the sweet nectar that waited for them between their legs."Bon apetite," I grinned.They started of with gentle kisses and long, slow licks on. There was something about this woman that drew me to her and lit up my brain’s imagination. We got along like a house on fire and she decided she wanted to take the next step with me. I guess it helps to dress to kill. Add some confidence in and you are the man! She suggested we meet up that weekend for a resort getaway and the idea seemed real cool. I knew right away I was in for a treat with her.I couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive. We both met up at a common place and left for the. .. three... five... twenty three... seventy eight...?She stopped recognizing her own voice after twentieth or thirtieth stroke. She stopped thinking about everything. She was all agony and fear now. This woman could easily beat her to death, and no one would come to her aid. She was absolutely helpless, and there was nothing erotic in this feeling. Despite eight months of spanking, flogging and caning, she didn’t get used to them at all. With each stroke Christine felt she would pass out and.