I thought about the plans I made with my best friend to go shopping after work, the groceries I needed to pick up before going home, and the story lin... to my next novel. My alternate ego, R. K. Bishop, was a romance writer. It started out as a hobby in college and turned into another job. Much to the dismay of my fans, I only published one book a year because of my job and my business. A hushed squeal caught my attention. I looked over in time to see Marylyn hurriedly fixing her hair and. .." Marion began to shout.CRACK!Neither Debbie nor Marion had seen that Jacki was holding a short single-tailed whip. She had just given Marion a hard whack across her ass."That's only the beginning," Jacki interrupted. "Tonight every order is to be totally obeyed. Any delay or failure will have consequences. And tonight you keep your damn mouths shut unless it's servicing a tit, pussy, or ass." But, how are we to get home?" Debbie asked. "We can't walk home naked."CRACK! CRACK!Debbie screamed. His shaft was nearly touching the back of her throat with each thrust.Robert grabbed the back of Gina's head and pulled her off his cock ashe began spurting cum over her face and into her gaping mouth.Robert lifted Gina to her feet and hugged her, kissing her passionatelyover his fresh cum. His still hard cock nestled nicely between Gina'snaked thighs so she began sawing back and forth on his cock.She asked him to fuck her and he didn't need to be asked twice. Hepulled her panties down and. Marianne was deeply conventional – she certainly wouldn’t indulge in anything that was as socially proscribed as prick-sex was, even with her enthusiasm for traditional marriage.Ten yards along the street, Stephen saw Fara Dangerfield just outside her front door, calling back to her mother. “I’m just going to get a coffee with some of the girls from New Opportunity. It’ll be past curfew by the time I get down town, so you needn’t worry. See you later.”Stephen stepped off the path into the road.