It became increasingly obvious that Kate was not interested in gentle fucking, so I started pumping back and forth, striking her muscular ass with qui...k, short thrusts. “How does she feel?” Ryan asked, in a question that actually made me a little uncomfortable. I merely answered with a look of appreciation as I continued to fuck his girl’s tight, wet hole with longer strokes, causing her body to jolt forward, driving his dick deeper into her mouth. “Alright,” he said suddenly. “Time to. She’d be working from six pm until whenever, and on a weekend night that could easily be well into the wee hours. Mark was available though. No plans, just hanging out, and we knew he’d be okay with us taking a few discrete photos. He was anxious to drop over for a visit. He arrived around eight pm and we sat and had a cold one together. Katie would be the first to say he’s a fucking hunk, strong and muscular, barely thirty years old, and he keeps himself in great shape. After a bit of pleasant. Dehli expertly eyed her handiwork. The purple blotches rising on the blonde flag girl’s ass were a testament to Matthew’s years of practice; the holes in the paddle added an extra dimension to the art-form, made drawing blood t the surface more likely. Two more swats like those and he was certain he would be rewarded with the red liquid. Mr. Delhi, CK to the flag girls under his wing always stopped a swat after he drew the first bit of blood;Charlotta choked out, trying to control her shaking. Carly was having mixed feelings about Sam. She'd been involved in some bad stuff before but it was never like this, and while she had no direct involvement in what happened to Freddie, Carly knew Sam blamed herself entirely for his death.Carly knocked on the door and let herself in to see Sam sitting up in bed and staring at the wall."Sam? Are you ok?" Carly knew it was a dumb question and that her best friend obviously wasn't ok."No," she muttered, coldly, avoiding Carly's eyes. "I'm not, and.