My eyes are covered and my mouth is gagged. I feel the air move around me, and my nipples begin to harden. I am tingling with anticipation, or is it f...ar? Fear of not knowing what comes next.I feel the riding crop grazing over my breasts, stomach and thighs. Suddenly- whack- the sting of the crop on my inner thigh, and again on the other- and again and again. I feel the heat from the red marks I know are rising, and the heat building inside of me. My pussy is getting wet. Now the sting of the. I had left that day and had even managed to find work cleaning offices the next. I saw the large gathering ahead and turned to walk around and through tall flowering bushes. I could hear the laughter and the music as I moved.When I stepped into a isolated little clearing four large men were holding a teenage girl and a boy. A man faced them and sneered, “I told your father I would pay him back one day.”I moved towards them and he pulled a wicked looking knife. I cleared my throat, “that is not. Her massive boobs were held in place by the tight fabric but her eraser nipples were clearly visible. I had to handcuff her hands behind her back to keep her hands out of her pussy. Joy’s pussy was leaking thinking about the cock waiting so close.“Hurry up, I need cock bad.” I didn’t want Joy to mess up her makeup, so I took the duty in sucking Steve’s cock for the ride. I left Joy handcuffed in the back seat. “You better stop forgetting my name when you address me slut or Steve and I will take. "She was right. Our relationship was all off-kilter. I was thoroughly pussy-whipped, and I wasn't even getting any pussy. I had put Sandy up on a pedestal and was treating her like a porcelain doll, not like a real human being. I wasn't treating her like a therapist, either. I was being way too needy. And in my neediness, I was being whiny and demanding, too.But, wow, next week when we left town for New York, it was going to be tough, knowing she wouldn't be there for the games. Even so, I.