One hand had found the back of his head and I grabbed and pulled a handful of my friend’s hair as I started to convulse. The blast started before he...was able to capture it like he had before and a couple spurts of cum ended up on my stomach. It was Blaise’s turn to catch his breath when the first long stream of white cum shot out. He was able to catch most of it by again cupping his hands over me. But, I was turned on even more by the sight of my cum running over his fingers and down my shaft. “First lesson sluts!” our trainer bellowed. We all stopped and had they lined us up in front of her straight. She stepped in front of me, and then asked me my name.“My name is” was all I managed to get out before the slap snapped my head around.“You are a slave. A slave has no name unless given to her by her owner. Now again, what is your name?”“No…” again my head was slapped and I could taste blood.“The correct response is “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases.” She. "You and little Jennifer are going to get fucked every way I've ever wanted or dreamed about, and you two are going to do it back good and proper..."His words had droned on, even after the Cadillac had been parked and the gangster had escorted Lonnie and the still mercifully half-conscious Jennifer into the private entrance of his night club. Lonnie's own helpless mind had come to the brutal conclusion that nothing mattered anymore except to get the night's lewd ordeal over with as fast as. ” She tilted her head and gave him a smirk, the one that promised interesting things could happen. Ron shook his head as he tried to wrap his brain around what his wife wanted. Obviously, he couldn’t spank her the way he’d been spanked as a boy. If she wanted to be spanked like that, then she was not the woman he married and it was time to start looking for the Polyjuice. Finally, he thought he had a plan. He just had to read her moves and reactions and get her to do what she already.