‘I’ve never really been with a girl in this way’, Shelton spoke as Denise drew her head back to look at his face. ‘That’s okay Shelton, I�...ll show you everything that you need to do’, Denise replied as she reached down to his pants and rubbed her hand over the bulge that had started to grow in his pants. ‘But first, we need to get everything set up in the bed of the truck.’ Denise moved back over to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door to exit the vehicle. Shelton opened the door. I folded my pants and put them on a chair and removed my shirt folding it as well and putting it on the top of my pants. Mistress Jen pulled my leash pulling me down to my knees. She turned me around and cuffed my hand behind my back. She slapped me again and told me not to look at her. She made me crawl around the shop on my knees and when I did not go fast enough she whipped my ass with her crop. Mistress Jen and the stylist were having fun humiliating me as the stylist poured another drink.. While we were waiting for the elevator, we told her what had happened on our first visit to the "Bridal Suite.?Jessica and Helen were waiting as we made our entrance. All eyes were on Cindy and I as we sashayed in, hugs and kisses all around, swooning and complements as we were seated. I asked Cindy, ?Where are your mother and father?? ?They had to leave last night; here, they left this letter for you.? I put it in my purse to read later.I StartedThe ordering first, everyone else wanted to. Eddie straddled me, sitting on my chest. He opened his flies and withdrew his disgusting penis, fat, smelly, vile. He pulled back his foreskin and pushed it toward my mouth."Suck my cock, bitch."I held my lips tightly together, until he wrapped his hands around my face and began to put pressure of the swivel of my jaw, forcing my mouth open."If you bite it, I'll kill you, cunt."From the corner of my eye, I saw Pete, pig of a driver, waddling toward the back of the bus. His pants were already.