And each time he smacks my burning cunt with the belt. I can't stop saying it and I don't know why.I don't know how many times it happens, but all I k...ow is he wants it and that is enough.Finally, I am whimpering, saying the words, "Bad girl, dirty girl," over and over again. The pain continues, but it is different now. It is soothing somehow, a soft touch, a gentle touch. A hand. But it isn't his. I can't see, I can't turn enough to look. But I know the voice.She's giggling, patting my. I was babbling away, and soon felt his warm lips on mine. My eyes were wide open, but gently closed as I let the sensations overwhelm me. His tongue explored my mouth, and hand was on my now wet pussy. I wasn't aloud to think words like that, but I didn't care anymore.He stroked it, making it even wetter. Jason's hands unzipped my dress and slipped it down, they ventured and soon laid me on the bed, with him on top of me. I had D-cup breasts, and he obviously liked them. Jason licked and. .. I want it... all.... over.... my... face...”She said, finishing with a step closer after every word. Popping up to her knees and right at the glass. She opened her mouth.. “Shoot it all over my face, sir.. please.... make me look like a fucking cumwhore.. a worthless fucking slut.. a dirty... princess... cumslut”As she finished that, she opened her mouth, and I erupted... all on the glass.. wishing it was on her face... one.. two... three... four... shots of cum splattered into to the. Sad. Atleast we were drinking - maybe it'd take out minds off the weirdsituation. Or somehow make it more palpable.Later that night, after about four rounds and forty rude comments aboutClaudette's femininity, I was proven wrong. The more drunk we got, theweirder Jimmy got."All right, ladies," he said, finally, "let's quit." He nodded atClaudette. "Let's take her home."I drove - very carefully - to where Ryan and his wife lived, a quietblock in the neighborhood of Twin Peaks."We can go in.