I had to pity the poor guy for having no girlfriend and an ex who was crazy as sin. Kris, dressed casually with a v-neck shirt and a skirt, led me in ...efore locking the doors behind me. “So glad you could make it.” she said with an impish smile. Kris was fuckin’ (and I use that term quite literally) gorgeous, standing only a few inches shorter than me, curly dark red hair (I wasn’t sure if she was a natural redhead, but it sure looked like it to me), sky-blue eyes, a smile full of pearly. Again, beginning easy and increasing in strength with every hit. She took them bravely and was doing better than I hoped. Next up was a leather paddle. Mike showed no mercy, slamming her ass with it and for the first time Ashley cried out in pain. Hearing that and seeing the first tear running down her face almost tore me apart. Every fiber of my body told me to help her. Five more hits before he stopped. By then, Ashley's mascara ran down her face and I felt myself beginning to cry as well.. My mouth watered as I grabbed his cock spitting on the head and rubbing it down his cock. I could feel his cock throb for more as I started to licking his head he moaned a deep moan and his cock throbbed more. As I started to move my mouth around his cock and sucking he slid his hand down my shorts playing with my ass. I lifted to my knees giving more access and he took it. Suddenly his fingers were working on my clit and a finger slipped in to my pussy. He knew what he was doing god it felt. The man tucked the change in his pocket and walked down the long hall, looking at pictures that were hung on the fronts of each of the numbered stalls. He selected a door and with a quick glance over his shoulder in my direction, shut and locked it behind him with the little slide bolt. A little green light over the door went on a moment later.My intense sexual curiosity was burning a hole in my tight black bikini briefs. I went to the counter and took out my wallet."$5 minimum," said the.