I nodded back and followed her and several other eager guys into a small back bedroom that was empty except for a dim light and a foam mattress covere... with a couple of sheets.When we got there she asked if there was something to drink and someone went to grab her a beer. She sat down on the mattress and began to massage her own breasts, rubbed the crotches of a couple of guys and kissed one of them. He touch her gently and she let out an audible moan. Several hands touched her and she closed. ? He arrested his own smileand instead waved his hand towards her hair and face.? She quickly wiped herstill tear stained face, and rummaging in her bag, found a lipstick, almostpurple, and applied it liberally.? Pouting like a self conscious little girlwho was trying on a stolen lipstick, she took a leather band and tied her hairin tight, smooth ponytail. Then Nike straightened up again. "What are you Nike, tellme!" he said gruffly. There was a certain timbre inhis voice that sounded almost. But he had the sense enough to think about that. If his cum really had some kind of hold over her, then it has to wear off at some point. He could end up alienating her, driving a wedge between them. Of course using his cum like he did in her coffee could do the same thing. But what if she doesn’t remember the events after it happens? What if it is like a drug, a date rape drug? He could gone on like this for years and she never know. It would be wrong and not meaningful, but he could.At the. A moment later I felt the sharp crack of a paddle on my ass and fell forward. I had to release my cock to steady myself. Jess received the same whack on her ass as well and I heard an “eek!”“Keep going,” Heather directed. “As soon as you each come, we’ll stop.”I reached back and hurriedly began stroking again. A minute later another crack on the ass came to both of us. While the strike wasn’t really painful, it stung enough to make focusing nearly impossible.Jess was frantically trying to strum.