?I felt her crop again crack against my ass. I bit my tongue and kept from crying out despite the pain. 9 more times it was used against me. ?Oh, t...at’s a nice shade of red. Mark, you don’t match him, whatever shall I do?? I heard a crack and knew that Wendy was now whipping his ass as well. He got ten strokes from her strong arm. He learned from my mistake by keeping his cries silent, but I could hear his breathing coming hard and fast as she worked him over.?Lovely, just lovely; I do. The slut girl had been staring at the bulge in my jeans and now crouched down to unzip my flies and allow my sex mad cock to fly up into the air.'Wow, fuck me!' she breathed, 'What a fucking great monster cock.' She then squatted down to ease herself onto my helmet and pulled a face of ecstasy as she wriggled herself down to try to take me all inside her. 'Fuck me you fucking bastard, you fucking mod god' she grunted. She started to bounce and squeal as the boys continued to hold me down and. He wasn't happy, but left to hit up a few bars.Most of the guys quit looking by about 10 o'clock, leaving Jimmy, Jessie, Dale, Chuck and Eddie still searching for tricks. Some were still sore about having to "make" the money and others were mad because they weren't able to fuck the club whore. I went into the next room to get the next customer and noticed seven men sitting in there waiting. My phone buzzed and I knew someone found another trick."Who's next?" I asked not even sure how to keep. “Why, you might win some money,” I replied.“Lose my ass may be more like it. All of you have poker faces and voices made of stone. I was at Camp Smith Saturday and Sunday; when I asked where you were, the only thing they said was you were away on business for a few days and nothing else. Not even a change of expression,” Ben said.“Balthazar gave away the two Iranian spies in Polokwane when we questioned him on Saturday. I sent people to look for them, only to walk into a hornet’s nest at the.