. Can I trust you?” She cried.“I guess that’s fair, can I call someone for you, maybe a boyfriend, parent?” I asked her.“That piece of shit ...as my boyfriend, he went fucking nuts after I told him I wanted to see other people and that’s why he pulled the knife.” She replied, calming down a little bit. “What about parents? Or the police?” I asked, three feet from her now.“My parents live in Oregon, there is no use calling them, as for police, I’d prefer not to because I really don’t want this in. He snapped it back and forth in front of him and Jessie heard the “whoosh, whoosh” of air being displaced.He walked back in front of her and stood between her spread legs looking down on her naked body. He reached forward with the crop and started to administer gentle but firm slaps to her tits and sore, clamped nipples.Jessie let out tiny yelps and flinched in the chair as the crop stung her and reddened her skin. At the same time, the intensity of the sensation prompted a gush from between. She might not deserve him, but damn it he was hers and she didn’t want anyone else to have him. And here he was with her right now while that bitch waited for the pizza guy back in his apartment. The cinderblock wall at her back was cold, but his chest was so hot she could feel it through her dress and it ignited all her nerve endings until she felt like she was burning up from the inside out. She reached down between them to unsnap his pants and slide her hand inside, but he grabbed her wrists. I squeal in delight and imagine Bianca slapping my ass.The orgasm dies down and my pussy becomes sensitive, so I take my hands away and sit there, the hairbrush still sticking out of me. I taste my fingers I was rubbing my clit with, and the juices taste sweeter than before. I pull the hairbrush out of my and suck the juices off of the handle.“Hey, Julie, do we have any—ah!”I nearly jump out of my skin as I hasten to cover myself. “Bianca! I thought you had class!”Bianca stands outside her.