He worked over the tops of my cheeks to the join between my buttocks and thighs. I prayed he wouldn't smack my thighs. "Good girl," he said. He rubbe... my back with one hand as he continued to dispense the pain. There was no swaying him. I started crying softly. I was in terrible pain, but my pussy was wet and sopping. It was almost as hot as my rear. I wanted him to take me in his arms. "One minute left." I whimpered as he roasted my very well chastised behind. It would leave bruises, or hand. Her cock... Her cock. Her cock!Blondie released me and I sat up. Ashley and I had been talking about trying pegging, I mean that's what had actually brought me to the store was shopping for a strap on that I thought I could take. But now I was going to get ass fucked for the first time in front of like 10 strangers? And this cock was way too big. It was at least 8 inches and thick a fuck? My ass was going to be bleeding really fucking quick. "That's too big baby. I, ahh, I can't." Oh. I felt like I was in a Hallmark card. Blech. Then Suzie walked in. She was wearing an angora sweater, the kind no one has stepped outside with since 1964. I can't remember what kind of skirt she wore. Most of that year is a blur due to my heavy use of narcotics. But what I do know is that she was standing there, in high-heels, a whip in hand, her titanic tits straining out from under the angora as if to say, "I CAN'T BREATHE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"Ever the smart ass, I made a witty comment."Hey,. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the.