The other was busy finger fucking me to ecstasy. I let them enjoy what they were doing for few minutes & then took each of their tongues in between my...lips & sucked on it. I let their tongues deep in my mouth & then swallowed a huge glob of their spit but only after, I played with it for a while on my tongue before swallowing. It excited them even more which I could make out because they quickened the pace of their finger fucking. The fast fingering turned me on even more. My juices were. " What did you say about someone's cock? Nice seemedpatronising, beautiful maybe. "It's magnificent," I mumbled before evenconsciously deciding on that description.The hand that had undone her zipper set on top of my head. "Why don'tyou get a closer look?". I allowed her subtle pressure to force me to myknees, oh god, this was really about to happen.'She must shave,' the thought seemed strange but it was what came to mindas I stared at the first hard cock other than my own that I had. Jon lovesto beat me and I am often made to kneel or stand in one position unfetteredwhilst he administers correction with a whip, a flogger or a cane. My buttexplodes with pain as some days he uses a very solid paddle on my fleshy globesor even somedays he beats my breasts with that sameunflinching paddle. He always beats me till I scream and he likes to see genuinetears as I suffer for him.He has aspecial technique to beating me? one that really hurts. I am made towear a pair of black knickers. That’s the way we thought of it. One of us would get him.I wouldn’t. I was an orchestra geek and Michael was a jock. He was also smart and he just didn’t fit into our little cubby holes. He was different. One day he would have a Letterman’s Jacket. No one in orchestra ever dated a Letterman. It simply didn’t happen. I was in orchestra, ergo, I wouldn’t get him. Tina had dated older boys than Michael and since LuAnn was completely taken with him and since she was so pretty it seemed the most.