"Being in the stock, I was unable to see what was going on behind me, but all at once I felt the sting of several paddles on my naughty naked bottom. ...Now and then, I also felt a riding crop being used to hit my exposed penis and balls. I felt completely humiliated, felt the pain of the paddles, but also felt the pleasure from the women tickling me and touching my penis and balls."His poor ass is pink already. Let's stop spanking him for now so that our other sorority sisters can spank and. .. and the street was paved. Bunch of high school kids standing like vultures waiting for the last breath ... and it was concrete sidewalks in front of houses ... not a saloon or a cowboy or their horses anywhere in sight and absolutely NO road apples. Otherwise it was just the same ... waiting for the loser to fall.There's something about having fifteen and a half million bucks that makes a guy want to live.As the thirteen year old I couldn't tell anyone what I did ... because it was reaction. ”“That’s no problem because I don’t come here to find pussy,” he matter-of-factly answered.“Oh?” I retorted.“Donnie, I don’t pick up women in bars. It’s just too much of a hassle,” he replied, before qualifying, “I order women from an agency that knows me very well. They know what I like and always send the right ‘merchandise’ to my hotel.” Then after taking a sip of his beer, Mikhail gave me his full philosophy on the matter.“If you pick a woman up at a bar, you have to buy them drinks and. I knew that girls didn’t really like shy guys and I knew I would blow this if I act as such. Stepping towards her, I embrace and kiss her passionately. She wraps her arms around me as she reciprocates the kiss, pouring her feelings into it. My hands travel slowly up her back, lightly massaging her spine. Her hands find the buttons of my shirt and slowly begins to undo them. She pushes my jacket and shirt off as I run my hands against her dress and up her back. Her hands move lightly up my chest.