You can sell posters."George asked, "So is that how you made all that money you have stashed around?" No," said Uncle Dar. "Blackmail. Works much bett...r."We all laughed again.After we finished breakfast, I got chased out of the kitchen and told to go do something useful, like watch T.V.Later on as my friends started to arrive, I went out back again. It was a nice day, not to hot but the sun was out.The party went real well. I didn't even have one of my dizzy spells. Megan told me I looked much. This got some nice moans that I could hear over the sound of the videos…I sucked more, they moaned more, nice. Both were pretty nice, one was bigger than the other and had a bigger head, I decided that was the one for my cunt. I had lubed myself while I was sitting on the little bench. Once both were nice and sloppy I let go and reached up under my skirt to hook my panties and pull them down clear of my ass. Then, moving into position, I eased back to the bigger one, found my cunt and pushed. I had some idea of what I would do when he arrived. I wanted him to feel welcome and at ease, offer him glass of wine, and talk. But my plans evaporated in his arms. The longer we hugged the more we started to sway back and forth, in and out. My hand went down to his butt and pulled him even closer. At almost the same time he moved his hands down from my waist and reached for me. The way he stroked my leg and then held me in his hand took my breath away. It felt so good to have him touch. ?Lay on top of me!??What?!? ?Roll over and lay on top of me?on top of me! I haven’t finished with you yet.? (I deliberately said ?with? instead of ?whipping?because in her fantasy, being beaten was justification for consenting to what was she was allowing; a penance for some secret personal transgressions she felt guilty about. While being whipped, she was morphing into an imaginary slave being punished for reasons she didn’t fully understand, but felt she deserved.) ?You want the.