She reached into my jeans and jerked my panties into the worst wedgie I have had to date. One hand in my hair the other pulling my panties she marched...me to the bedroom, I soon found myself naked and in tears. Bent over the bed she spanked my ass with (my belt) until I was begging her to stop and agreed to do what she said. I should describe this woman, maybe an inch shorter than I about the same age and weight with at least D cup breasts, very pretty with long blond hair. She told me to lie on. One thing was for sure; I had got the taste for it now and wanted more. But how would my mum react? Would she say it had all been a terrible misjudgment and tell me it couldn't happen again? She had been an enthusiastic partner all right, but would she had done it if she hadn't been so drunk. I doubted it. Would she even remember what had happened? I mulled it over, and – though I'm not proud of it – I came to the conclusion that the best solution would be to try and keep her well oiled. . Giovanni was sitting with them, enjoying a real down home breakfast. You could see he and Mesa were enjoying the food the way they were slowly chewing the combined taste of fried potatoes, gravy, and biscuit. Sometimes the bite would have some sausage, sometimes a piece of bacon, but it was all going down smoothly.Dewey and his women sat with me, Sue, and the girls. We went right to it, eating with pleasure, as all you heard was some occasional conversation, but mostly noises of eating, forks. "What did you say to them," Sarah asked, as she nodded toward the group of sweaty men, who were drifting away and muttering to themselves."Oh, I told them that you were a lesbian trainee here for pussy munching lessons, and then you were to be sold as a sex slave to Amazonian Lesbians in South America." Julie said with a straight face, looking down at her shorter friend's wide brown eyes."Oh my God!" gasped Sarah while blushing deeply, "you didn't... did you?"Julie threw her head back and.