We walked a ways, probably passed three dozen smoke stands, however they nor myself seemed to mind. As we passed a street gallery I heard them talking...more and more, laughing and pointing to me, something had to be up. We walked towards a small alleyway, more a loading bay, nothing huge but tucked away. I knew something should have gone off in my brain as they seemed to crowd around me the more we all walked. Before I had much of a chance to change my mind, hands grabbed my upperarms, pulling. "Now here comes the fun part." she said, and attached a chain to the collar.She pulled my head down towards the ground forcing my ass to jut out. She attached the chain to the bed, grabbed a whip, and started to smack my ass. Crack, one... crack, two... once again she whipped me for the number of strikes I had earned. With each crack of the whip, I winced in pain. My ass checks were burning, I could not take anymore, but with the gag in my mouth, she did not hear my screams. They were just. I need something physical done that I can't do on my own." What?" I need you to push something in for me."It was obvious Gaby needed someone stronger than she was to do something. I knew she lived near, so I could be right back not that I was in any hurry or need to get back right away."Sure," I said. "Where do you live?"Gaby gave me directions. She was on the street behind my street and a few houses down.I rang the doorbell."Come on in," I heard Gaby yell.I opened the door and peered. Angela hadn't accepted his answer and she kissed him. He felt his body go weak inside that kiss. While they kissed she fumbled with his pants and worked at his belt. She managed to get the belt undone with one hand and then went to work on his button and zipper. He didn't resist. His body wanted this. His mind was lost in her. Angela moved with skill and experience and it was only when her hand found the naked burning skin of his throbbing cock that Father Paul snapped back to reality. “You.