“I will book”, he said. “The restaurant is very popular but also very nice, it is set in an attractive garden”, he concluded. The conversation...ended and as he clocked his mobile off wondered what this Marlene would be like and the most important question he always asked. ‘Would she fuck?”It was only a luncheon date, not a formal do but she was dressed in a backless dress that meant one thing she was braless, she certainly made a section of his anatomy become interested for as she got into his. I must have responded with a groan or a moan because she pulled back quickly and asked if I was ok. I could only shake my head up and down.Then she asked why I was “playing” with myself at the pond. I told her that I had to because if I didn’t it would hurt later. That’s when I asked the question and got the most surprising answer of my young teenage life. “Have you ever played with yourself?” Bren looked away and said, yes, the same day they caught me was her first time ever.I asked her how it. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The tattoo of slaps onto her now reddened bottom continued. Her cheeks were glowing hot, blotchy and red and the sting was getting as much as she could bear. Remembering the deal, Fay realised that he intended to keep spanking her until she pissed in her pants. Tears were now running down her face, and she was sobbing and snivelling with the increasing pain in her behind. At the same time, the crotch of her knickers. "They're a little group of girls. They said that you'd probably need to sweat out any excess energy." I just stared at him, not believing what I was hearing. Our first groupies? Ha-ha, what a cool thought that was. "Send em in then," I said, my head-ache miraculously gone. "Ahhh man, I dunno," Gregg, our bassist said. "I don't think I have any excess energy left to sweat out." "How many are there?" I asked the guy, stopping him just as he was about to leave. "Five," he replied, looking at.