" Jessie wasn't given much choice. Joanna was tugging her hair, pulling her face down near the taps.Then the smacking started. Each girl smacked poor ...essie's already sore ass in turn with two girls standing each side, spanking the nearest cheek each time. The effect was a hard smack about one a second raining down on her. If Jessie tried to straighten up, Jo would pull her hair harder. After a few minutes Jess could feel an orgasm building with all the pain she was feeling. Knowing how much. The elevator door opened immediately but that was already too slow. He got in and pushed the ground floor button and close door button together. He just needed to get out and fast. Just as the doors touched closed they abruptly started to open again - Josh's heartbeat quickened with the thought of the me standing on the other side, distraught.But it wasn't me . It was his boss, Steve.Steve was a class A dickhead. Totally clueless and easy to manipulate. Josh had convinced him to allow an all. “You sound like you’ve tried it before.”“It beats leaning against the washer during the spin cycle.”“Oh my god,” Angie laughed, her face filling with color.Christine chuckled and said, “Sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know it’s probably creepy to hear me talking about sex.”Angie looked over at her aunt and shrugged. “Not really. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t feel so weird with you. With Mom or Aunt Karen, it makes my skin crawl.”“Probably because I’m younger, but I hope. I had no idea that she liked the smell of a sweaty ballsack, and she told me too that she liked it really sweaty and stinking of ballsack. I said that maybe we could go for a run together tomorrow morning so we could help each other out, and she thought that it was a great idea.By the time evening came around, we ate dinner and we were both ready to get at each other for some more sex. We got drunk as shit together at dinner, and she instructed me that her vagina was going to be my desert since.