CRACK. “What’s the count?” “Four, Sir.” “Good girl. Don’t forget it again pet. It would be a shame if we had to start over again.” ...CRACK. The pain was going deep, now, both in her ass and in her mind. Stripping away all the black in her, all the guilt, baring her soul to him. What she needed and craved... The doorbell rang again. She closed her eyes, the blindfold moist with her tears. Oh God... “Luce, would you get the door?” She laughed nervously. “Of course. Should I let them in. This little theater had the new type big chairs 6 to a row and 6 rows deep, there was lots of room between the rows, and I counted 7 men sitting there watching me on the screen and two women. Every man had someone between their legs sucking their cocks as they watched me. Each of the two women had someone between them. (I think one was a man and the other was a woman, hell I didn't really care.) The room was not dark at all, everyone could see clearly. I walked over to the row Richard was in. He will not say a word or notice anything trust me honey.” I am still on edge, but relax a little, Becky would not put me in jeopardy on purpose and hell she is the one with the Bird on her shoulder not me… Becky wakes me up as we are pulling into the Hotel Intercontinental Soul…I look at her and say, “are you k**ding me?” “Nope nothing but the best for my honey!” We pull up and there is a bellman standing at the door waiting and takes our bags out of the MP Unit and escorts us into a side. “Ohh fuck, Cindy! I’m coming, you slut! I’m coming down your throat!” A long moan of release accompanied the long streams of come that bulleted from his dick and shot straight down the pretty blonde’s throat. He held her face as his come rockets hit the bullseye and slid down her esophagus. Then he pulled her mouth to the tip so that she could taste the rest of his gift. Cindy growled like an animal as the batter filled her mouth to overflowing. His come rolled into her mouth in heavy waves,.