You moaned in obvious disappointment when I stopped, so lost in your submission that you were eager for the pain."Don't worry, baby," I said soothing...y. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your whipping. You whimpered and moaned as I continued to beat your ass with a steady rhythm, loving the sounds and the red welts that the belt raised on your cheeks. After about twenty firm strokes, I paused. She had been traveling for several hours when she spied a small path off to the right. Pulling on the reins she turned her horse to follow the path. Following the path took her through more woods and then to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing sat an old Victorian home. Run down from years of disuse, it's paint faded and cracked. Windows missing and boards covering others. Almost as if the place looked to be haunted.She wanted to task a closer look and urged her horse forward when. Not as big as some of the guys there but bigger than most. Looking down I thought not too bad for a 44 year old guy in a room full of 20 somethings.Finally it was my turn. Sure enough just like Ted had described, the warmest, wettest and hungriest mouth attacked my manhood. Even my ex couldn't take the almost 9 inches but the girl on the other side swallowed it like a TicTac. It was almost like she had a fist in her throat jerking my off as her tongue flicked out and licked my aching balls.. He was five-teen and one-hundred-sixty-seven pounds. He got out of his white 2007 Cadillac CTS. He carried a case of Bud Light with him up to the apartment. He knocked on the door. Marcus opened up and said, “What’s up, b*o?”“Can’t call it! You got that bitch in here,” Jerome asked.“Yeah. She’s in the bedroom.”Jerome walked straight back after handing the beer to Marcus.Marcus called out, “Don’t forget to tip.”Jerome saw the slut on the bed. “Ooh wee,” Jerome remarked. “My nigga got you hemmed.