I didn't believe it at first when he shifted into another gear and gave it to me harder and faster at the same time. There was no way he was going dee...er unless he punched a hole in my uterus. I thought I was going to die right on the spot, but no such luck. When he began to curse and swear at me, using every name in the book as well as some I'd never heard before, I thought for sure that he was going to kill me. It was now a question of when and how much pain I'd have to absorb before. He breathed a cautious sigh of relief still not sure what she was driving at. ‘Keep your diary clear on Saturday, and stay by the phone, I’ll be in touch’ she said stealing peeks at his bulging crotch. The elevator stopped and she was gone. ********************* He waited patiently in the motel room as she had instructed him to. He was quite shocked when she phoned him at 6 a.m that Saturday morning with the instructions. And as he waited, he was still trying to figure out what her game was.. But getting it done had hurt like a bitch because the group hadinsisted on larger than average rings, which meant a larger hole and that hurtmore. Most women would have begun with smaller holes and worked their way upbut she didn't have the time. The many rings in her pussy were interesting; they hadn't hurt as much asthe piercings in her nips and had healed faster. Yes, the clit piercing hadhurt a lot but she had to admit it was sort of neat. She also discovered rightoff that it was very. We kissed, though. Our tongues dueled, but he'd shot his wad and was now thinking about class.So I did what any girl at Claiborne would do. After the guy pulled his softening dick out of me, I replaced it with a hard one. This new guy didn't seem to mind the come oozing down my bottom; if you do you have no business being at Claiborne. Thirty seconds after we met he was filling the emptiness inside me.This was a repeat of the first one, but he moved in different ways, shifting around to open me.