Sometimes it fell across, sometimes under-under the offered apple where the long thighs met and the skin made small creases as if puckering itself in readiness for the outbulge. Each splat brought a higher gasp from her. Her bottom became a haze of pink and white. Her knuckles whitened where they gripped the lower bar. "Noo-Noo-Noo-Noooooo!" she pleaded. Her hips began to make more violent motions of rejection. At each stroke the tight cheeks tightened. A big man's hands would have encompassed both cheeks together. A split melon. I wanted my tongue to pass around it in its warmth, its heat out-giving, receiving. I counted ten, twelve, fourteen. Amanda gritted her teeth. Was she crying far within herself? The glow of her bottom was luminous, yet no marks showed. I have since learned the art of it, have heard it called indeed, "French polishing." The leather must never be thin. Thin would be cruel. The metal bands that held the tops of Amanda's stockings rubbed together. Her knees sagged, making her bottom orb out more
I got a call for a little group action. Three guys is all it is, just three. Probably reading a dirty book between meetings and it gave 'em ideas. They want to gang-bang a pretty girl. You know, watch each other do it to her. Nothing to it, kid. Just lay there and collect three times the fee." Carolyn listened to his playdown of the facts. She smiled to herself. Paul was scared she wasn't going to go along with the gang bit. Let him worry, damn him, would do him good. "Oh, I don't know about that…" she purposely let her voice trail off. Let him sweat. Three at a time. It might be fun. It had been fun with the dogs! Hot, hotter and begging! She ran her finger across the little button box again and felt its answering twinge. Maybe that's why she hadn't made it with all those men in the past three months. Because they didn't last as long as the dogs. Maybe that was the trouble. Three men working her one after the other, or even all at once, might turn the trick. She had always had at least three, maybe four dogs in each training session and by the last one she was hotter than french fried nuts. She smiled wishfully. Never say die
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