Shooting up bars, shooting up in bars, rape, murder, parking in a restricted area. Nah, just my little joke.This one time we were rolling out, about t...enty of us there were. My old lady was in hospital, so I had no passenger. We took the 94, or was it the 95? Brains shot to crap from all the crack I took. And there was this pretty little MidWest, Applepie and icecream, soda-fountains and one cop, town. You know the type? Brick buildings on mainstreet for one block. Drinking fountain donated by. Right up until Mrs Donnal cast her beady eyes on us."YOU!" she exclaimed, "I knew you were faking! You ought to be ashamed of yourself framing a good little girl like Stacy," she then muttered something under her breath that sounded like 'Filthy animal'Her shouting roused Mrs Thomas, "What this racket? Amanda!" she said a little surprised to see me, "Well I wasn't expecting you back so soon. Come in, you two wait here."She waved me into the office and shut the door behind me. I sat down and. My hands rested on Marty's shoulders to steady myself as my head went back and I closed my eyes. But just as my moans began changing from moans of closeness to cries of completion, Marty's fingers left my clit and the riding crop was pulled from my pussy. I was so close my hand pushed between my legs to replace his. My fingers began fingering my clit to keep reaching for my orgasm. The hard stinging hits of the crop on my thighs shocked my eyes open. Marty began hitting my hand and thighs. The dropping of pennies made Melissa realise her situation. She had never seen Stephanie with a boyfriend, but that was not all that uncommon these days. Come to that, she had never brought any girlfriends home either. Melissa wondered if Stephanie was self-conscious as to whom she was, sexually. She then started to piece together the last few weeks and months. The lavish attention that Stephanie showed her, the moodiness when Melissa brought home the odd boyfriend, the gentle sighs, moans and.