That changed my attitude and I dropped into a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly and then plunging back in hard. She loved it, and grabbed my shoulder ...ith her free hand. Her other hand was squeezing Dianna’s. She opened her eyes and stared at me for long moments and finally whispered, “Don’t stop; I’m coming.” I would never have known if she had not told me; her body showed no indication that she had an orgasm, other than her rapid breathing. When she was satisfied she said, “Okay, take it out. He said, its okay I don’t have to like it, but I should still learn how to swallow, which I now later realize he was hinting about other things he would make me swallow later that night and over the next few weeks.Then he said, let me try something sweeter and made rum and coke for me, which was much nicer, but still bitter, but I continued drinking just to try and see what happens. When I drank half of it, I realized I was already very light headed and he had already had 3-4 drinks of whiskey.. So it was no surprise that the torrent of foul mouthed obscenities which poured forth from your mouth like the budding anger of Pompeii continued for quite a while as your audience waited and watched until you ran out of steam to fuel your rant and finally give in and ask even though your throat was sore from yelling a moment ago "What the hell do you want and what the fuck is...that?"Turning towards the window the two of you behold the mailman scribbling a message backwards a crossed the once. He teased it against her breasts, rubbed it across her firm nipples, and then gave a swat across her belly again. He gave another swat on the belly, then a whack across her breasts. Angie let out a grunt of recognition without losing beat on her oral pleasure. Mark worked the whip against Angie’s torso and breasts a few more times, then reached out and swatted it against her exposed pussy. Angie moaned in delight, and Mark gave it another whip, and then another. By now, he could see the juices.