She didn’t know how it was accomplished, only that she was laying there, with wide open legs, powerless to prevent anything from happening – as if...she hadn’t already given up her own power to influence events.Here she was again, legs spread, cunt fully on display. “Shall we see how much the whore’s pussy can take?” one of the men said.As helpless as she felt, Patricia was also unable to resist the desire that raged within her tunnel of lust. “Such a whore’s cunt has seen much action, I’m sure.. Her back was in knots after a long week at work and he was the best around. Jenni has only had a few massages in her life, but it had been a few years since her last one.After a few seconds the door opens. She sees a tall good looking man blue eyes with long blonde hair reaching down his back. He had also had a short beard but the second he saw me a huge smile took over his face. He said "my names Jonathan," and "mine is Jenni,"she replied. He extended his hand to shakes her's. Her only thought. The humming got louder as I approached the door and I whispered hello again as I stuck my head around the door. There was Lucy, Laid on her front on the bed. She was naked except for a red thong and long white socks with little red ribbons tied at the top. She was facing away from me and seemed to be up on her elbows. I hid behind the door and whispered her name hoping she hadn't noticed my interruption. She continued humming and took a second peek around the door, this time I was a little more. She went behind me and then said, "Ok my little slut spread those legs, and you have only 10 from me using the crop."I spread my legs, still delirious from the perfectly placed tap she had given me moments ago. I soon snapped out of it as the crop cut through the air and landed perfectly on my backside. I yelped into the crop. While Jake definitely swung the paddle harder, Trista was at least able to match that with this device. With the paddle, everyone had taken their time and made sure that.