She crawled onto the bed and lay on her stomach.She put her hands by the bedposts and opened her legs. Her mother used cordsto tie her in this positio..., to hold her down for her beating. When she wastightly tied, her dad came to the bedside. ?You've been bad. It's time to get you back on the right track.? That waswhen the sound came, the belt sliding through the loops, the sharp hissinglike and angry snake, the hard leather eager to mark her young body. She turnedher head and could see his. Blue like PJ’s sad eyes: he was alone, at the open bar, drinking his fifth shot of tequila, while his fellow coworkers were dancing with their wives.And Phoebe was flirting with some jocks; he looked at them despisingly, Tsk. Twinks.Then he looked back at the dancing couples: they were so happy, so involved. So in love. That was something he never felt... He had a gazillion partners, but never had lovers.He fucked, a lot, like a dirty nasty pig. But he never made love. He wished he could feel. I made sure to get my hands all over it, even giving it a couple of squeezes. I decided to lie on my back and tan my breasts. I dared Jon to put lotion all over me. I knew he would jump at the chance but as soon as he got up, he realized how many people were now around us. I think he was in a little shock. Never the less, he proceeded to apply lotion to my legs first and then around my thong. Fortunately I did not have to worry about getting lotion on my bikini since it would just wipe right. It almost knocked the wind out me, it happened to fast and forcefully. He plunged into me with long deep strokes like a piston, smacking sounds filled the room. I had to brace myself against the wall, my fingers clawing into the dingy peeling paint, to spare my head from banging into the wall. Clenching my hips like a rutting hound, digging his nails into my hips, drawing a trickle of blood, he forced his knot deeper into me. Each thrust lifted me off my feet to my toes. Using the wall as.