I gasped, but held myself together long enough to peel my far-too-tightjeans from my thick legs and toss it next to a ratty backpack slatheredwith ban... logo patches. I tried to focus on them to hold my own pleasureat bay - AFI, Black Flag, the Cramps - but with every twitch of histongue on my bust I was losing the battle. And what a way to lose!I felt his lips keep playing with my nipple, but his hand started runningdown the bottom of my breast, then over my stomach, and without warninghe. There was complete silence in the room for a few seconds. I heard Alex say, “Are you sure?”. I replied, “Yes sir” with my eyes still closed.“SLAP!” A belt whipped across my ass from behind all of a sudden. I didn’t move or utter a word. Again the belt whipped my ass harder. I knew it was Alex whipping my ass from the force of the belt.“SLAP”, again another whip followed by a photo clicking sound. Now I knew what was happening behind. Finally, I got Alex’s attention. He was whipping my ass with. The music she put on was a mixture of artists,turned out they were Irish and none where known to me but they sounded good,I asked who a singer was singing I needed you it was a male artist with a silky delivery and though not the best voice was easy to listen to,that's Daniel o Donnell and he is from Donegal. The musicians were good,I had an ear for good music and listened more to it than the actual songs.I had been up early and it had been tiring, I was finding it hard to keep awake but the. It was after 12:15 when I got back to the last bar I'd visited. The door wasn't locked, but inside I was surprised to find that the only occupants were the bartender, bouncer, and two of their friends.I went on inside and checked to see if my friends were still in the back room, where I'd met them. Returning to the bar, I was aware of the men staring at me as I headed for the door. When I grasped the handle, it was locked. Turning, I asked if they would open it. The bartender chuckled as he.