Honey’s cock stiffened and rubbed the leather padding as she squirmed; her little balls and anus tingled as she viewed some of the males to the side...of her, stroking large erect cocks; they would enjoy her whipping, and honey rubbed her stiff cock on the now slippery leather and her soft belly as she now relished the cruel kiss of the whip. She was not sure if she heard the crack or felt the pain first, but she was sure of the pain that stung her soft cheeks. The men stroked their cocks. "Talk normally, get used to this voice. Testing one two, testing one two..."She sighed, and realized that part of the awkwardness with her new voice was that the, uh, voice in her head still spoke with my oldRick's lower voice. Ah well, maybe this would adjust itself?"Okay let's think. Did she leave any notes, or letters or check stubs orphone messages or." For the rest of that Sunday evening, she rummagedthrough 'her' apartment, and around midnight, she found a receipt for somesort of 'magik'. The next day I dunked myself in the creek, found a new shirt and stockings at the commissary tent, had the commune barber shave me and trim my hair, and at sunset took my post again, smelling a lot better than I had the night before, cock wiggling upright against my belly and ready for action.An hour or so later, the side door creaked open and the girl hissed at me. She held a small candle, raised it and looked at me appraisingly. "You certainly smell better," she said as I set my musket aside. We were flirting our asses off. We even danced together and then we kissed. My pussy got so wet and tingled like never before. There were four guys at our table when this happened. They had made some kind of "truth or dare" thing. Lisa said she felt all hot and horny when we kissed. So we decided to go with these guys to their hotel room just across the street. We were thinking about each other and not about these guys. We arrived at the room and had a few more drinks. The guys were so.