People were going off home. Jason had wandered off around half eleven and I had no idea where he had gone.By two, most of the people had gone and...it was just myself and Tracey sat in her room.'I don't think he's shit...' Tracey was saying as she looked over a newspaper that had been found out on the stairs 'He's one of their best players... who would Ilkiss be able to play off if he wasn't there?'I laughed 'So you know all about Football now do you?' 'I'm not claiming to be an. Finally, Master whips my bottom ten more times, leaving long red stripes on my tender skin. The whip is dropped to the ground and I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. It is over. Master stands behind my marked-up body, and pulls my G-string to the side. I feel his rough fingers pressing some cold lubricant against my tight asshole. Master leans forward and whispers into my ear, "Tell me, Penny. Where do bad little sluts get fucked?" I know the answer to that question. "Bad sluts get fucked in. She was curvy, and she had the attention of lots of guys on the dance floor and seemed to enjoy it. Paul had gotten acquainted with her friend Joyce, and the two of them seemed to be destined for possible later activates other than dancing. I sat at the bar, and as will happen sometimes, I ended up catching the attention of an older, drunken women that seemed rather desperate. A "bar fly". I was not interested in her advances, and I was not interested in rejecting her persistent advances, so. Now I push my finger in again, and it drives knuckle deep. My dick pulsates as I press against your pussy from the other side and watch your pussy begin to gush with anticipation. Then you feel a second finger enter and get nervous, as it feels like too much...but you want more and look back with worried eyes. You see me, and I tell you to "turn the fuck around!" Instantly, feel you drive both fingers hard into your ass and in response you let out a guttural moan. I continue to work your ass,.