Every time they had the occupants following them, furthering the mystery. The entourage pulled in front of James and Clara's house. Jerry and Mary's c...r was out front, as were Mike and Misti's pickup. There was one other car that Sharon didn't recognize. They went and the door opened, Jerry looking stern, was inside. "Come on in. We've been waiting for ya. They heard a familiar rumble behind them. It was Bruce's truck with him and Robbi inside. Even Robbi's usually happy smile had been replaced. He was introduced as Greg Forest and when he stood to greet me, I realized he was about the same height as I was. His partner, Chris, carefully not introduced as his wife, was a statuesque blonde at least six inches taller than him. Chris was almost hyper in her excitement about the condos and I guessed she was at least fifteen years younger than Greg.“I want to be able to have parties,” Chris said. “I don’t mean noisy, raucous, loud parties, but like a Christmas party for friends. Everything. I raised my hand and brought it down on the soft fleshy part of Sarah’s right buttock. The sound was like a gun shot and Sarah cried out in pain. “Oh god, please hit me harder.” said Sarah, and I dutifully did as instructed and hit her again, this time on her left buttock. Her skin had immediately turned red and my cock was pressing into Sarah’s stomach as she lied across me. Suddenly, I was determined to administer this punishment without any further encouragement from the victim herself. I. Appetizing. Reaching with her tongue, she made to lick him, but he moved away. She frowned in confusion, but he had remembered something. “Not as yet, whore. There’s still your butt plug to deal with?” he reminded her evilly.Her eyes became wide. She had apparently forgotten. He smiled with pleasure. He just came up with a pleasing idea. Pleasure for him, that is….with some for her, of course. He came forward again, his large dick jutting out magnificently. Taking it in his big hands, he rubbed.