Should you be offended by explicit sexual material, or if you are under age in your local, please read no further. Please leave and avoid both of us embarrassment.

This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part Three - Lindsey Laps

Medi allowed himself to drop out of Kelly. He patted her affectionately on her ass, as she remained on her stomach, the gaping wound in her ass oozing cum as he got up. He had to admit that, in spite of all the choices he had, she was still his favorite ass fuck. He pursed his lips as he looked at the names and matched them to the photos, looking for his next choice. Turning to the names, he picked a favorite of his, Lindsey. Her name was Lindsey Hilts, and she was a wannabe politician. She had been making a name for herself, posturing as the Different Democrat. She had adopted many of the Republican social positions and was using her stances to contrast and compare with her more liberal party members. In fact, even though a college studen, she was getting some notice in the national press for her positions. There was some thought she might even be a minor personage at the next national convention. But she was a fraud, of course. Looking at her dirt, he thought that abortions, five in her case, were a real crime. Women should be proud to bear children. After all, that was about all they were good for.

Having made his selection, Medi put on gloves and opened the batch of index cards. Taking a pen from an unopened pack, he wrote in block letters:

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR ABORTIONS. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR SECRET, MEET ME OUTSIDE THE RATHSKELLER AT CLOSING TIME ON THURSDAY NIGHT. I WILL BE WATCHING TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALONE. OTHERWISE, I WILL POST THE INFORMATION TO THE INTERNET. IT’S YOUR CHOICE.

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Lindsey Hilts tripped her way up the steps to the sorority house. She was on her way back from class, a particularly stultifying math class. She knew it was one of those dumbed down classes for the non-geeks. The talk about a ‘balanced education’ was so much garbage. The jocks skated by. The geeks skated by. The normal people, like her, skated by. Everyone was dying to get on with their area of specialization. For her, it was lots of history and political science, with a touch of drama and debate thrown in. Eventually she would be prepping for law school. Her obvious goal was politics, and she would get there by catching on as an intern or a staffer with some politician. So what if she had to lift her skirt a time or two. She was willling to do whatever it took to get ahead.

Skipping around to the side, she checked her mail slot and saw a letter for her. Juggling her books, she snatched it and headed for her room. Opening the door, thankful for having gotten a single for the first time this year, she tossed her books on the bed. Looking at the envelope, she did not recognize the hand writing. She opened it and started to read it. Had an observer been watching her, they would have seen her face go chalk white. The letter would have dropped from her hand. And she would have staggered back to collapse on her bed.

It was already Thursday. She had little time to prepare. Maybe it was a hoax. Maybe it was for real, but she had to know. Something like this would ruin her in politics. She got out her cellular and called her boyfriend. She demanded that he come over. As she was not allowed to bring him up to her room, they retired to the study. They settled down, alone on the sofa. Teddy had wanted to know what was so important. She told him a guy had been trying to get her to go to bed with him. He was indifferent. That is, until she reached down and started stroking the buldge in his jeans. She weedled him into going with her to beat the guy up. She stroked his jeans until he gripped her. She looked quickly to the door to see if they were still alone. Pulling his sweats down, she took his seven inches at his root and took him into her mouth. When he ran his fingers into her hair, she pulled back and shook her head. Reluctantly he lay back on the couch and spread his useless arms out. Then, moving expertly, Lindsey quickly brought him to climax. After swallowing his cum, she sat up and kissed him hard, on the mouth. She even tongued him and pushed some of her saliva into his mouth. If she could swallow it, so could he.

Later that evening, Medi called at the Rathskeller. He was an established regular now. He would come in about an hour before closing. The bar keeper would nod to him and pop a Hienekin when he entered. He would set quietly at a small table, discouraging anyone from joining with him, and sip his beer. His backups were less comfortable, waiting in some dark doorway. Grimes and Jarvis were waiting outside, ready to deal with the interference. And there was the reward of time with a young coed. They had it down to the point where they were arguing about who would be the last to taking turns with whoever was the squeeze of the evening.

When the couple got to the Rathskeller, she had no idea who they were looking for. Teddy, having gotten his reward from her, was ready to go. She had promised him anything he wanted when they were done here. He was strident in wanting to know where he was. She told him he wasn’t there yet and, if he did see Teddy, it might scare him away. With that, she persuaded him to wait outside. She was totally confident Teddy could deal with her would be black mailer. Funny that she thought of him as a he. Teddy reluctantly left her side. She scanned the dim room, unable to really recognize anyone.

Near the end of his beer, Medi saw his quarry step quickly into the student pub. With her was a muscular type, probably her boyfriend. The bartender announced last call. He tossed down the last half inch of the warm beer and moved to the exit with most of the remaining customers. He gave her the expected once over while she carefully avoided looking him directly in the eye, what checking him out. He quickly found his two men and described who they were to take out of the play. They understood their role and moved to remove her supposed protection. He would not make a move until he was sure there would be no rescue for this bitch. Medi, standing in the shadows, watched as she came out. She was about 5’7”, page boy blonde hair bouncing around. She was wearing one piece hip hugger black pants. She was wearing a white fuzzy sweater. He knew she was a perfectly natural 37-27-37. He let her wait .

She had stood to one side when last call came. Without tyring to look like a pickup, she stood there, to see if anyone would talk to her. She was the last to leave. She stood near the doorway, waiting to see what would happen. Trying to be casual, she looked around to see where Teddy was hiding. She heard some muffled sounds coming from across the way. She really didn’t know what they might mean. By now the lights of the Rathskeller had gone down. She felt a tiny thrill of fear as she stood there. She looked at her watch. It was now about 10 minutes after closing time. But the asshole still hadn’t shown up. Trembling with anger and fright, she half hoped and half feared he would show up. If he did, he would get it.

Then he stepped out of the shadow stood there until she became aware of him. He observed her splendid figure, first from behind and then in profile. She continued to turn and, suddenly saw him. She started visibly.

As much in fear as anger she snarled at the man in the shadows. “Who are you? What the fuck do you want?” He did not have the courtesy to answer her. And then he was reachng out with something in his hand. She leaned forward and could make out that they were papers. She grabbed them and tried to make them out. They felt gritty, as if they were bad xerox’s. There was not nearly enough light to see what color the paper was, let alone what was on them.

He had handed her a copy of the Planned Parenthood papers Hernandez had dug up. He could see her peering at him, trying to place him. There was no reason for her to know him. He guestered to the Student Union. “There is, as you can see, more light in the Union. Do you wish to go there?” At his suggestion, she stalked off to the Student Union.

Inside, she took a sharp turn to the left, leading to a couple of chairs in a cul de sac. While the windows provided a view of the seating area, they were out of sight of anyone coming from the inside of the building. She turned and got a good look at him. He was fucking Arab! He was the typical build, less than 6’ tall and skinny. His skin was on the dark side. His mustache was full but he had no more than a 4o’clock shadow for a beard. Without saying anything, she looked at the papers he had handed her. Sure enough, they were Xerox copies for a ‘special procedure’ at Planned Parenthood. They were date ordered. There was her first one when she was a High School Junior, and the second when she was a Senior. Then there were the two when she was a Sophomore here at the Univerisity, andd the one last year. There was also the prescription for the RU-86 that she had been taking when it became available in the States. All in all, it was a pretty grim scenario.

He approved of the meeting location. From where they were, no one would be able to see them unless they approached from outside. He watched as she studied the papers. Her eyes got wider and her complexion became more pale. He knew more than a little of the politics of this state. While this was all quite legal and proper, it presented a bad image. For anyone wanting to be elected in this conservative state, with annual challenges to Roe v Wade, her record was a non-starter. It might work in Massachusettes, but not here.

She looked at this worm. He was laughing at her. She wondered why he was doing this to her. She wasn’t his enemy. In fact she was trying to be a friend of his people. She had wrestled with what position to take on the Mid East. The Jews were a very strong constituency. But the Palestinians had been treated very badly. She had decided to come down on their side.

He could see the calculations running through her mind. Could she weather this, or would see have to play along? He knew she was one of those yo-yo liberalswith some misguided sense of charity. His people did not want charity. Charity was for the strong. He and his people were going to take what they wanted. Tonight he was going to take her. He would own her.

She decided it was time to get re-enforcements, Teddy. She looked at him. From long practice in front of a mirror, she knew her face was now a hard, stony expression. “I think I will ask my boyfriend what he thinks. And then I will ask him to beat the crap out of you. What do you think of that?” But all he did was laughed at her. She started for the door.

“Ah, I see. Would your boyfriend be the lad who came in with you? You know the one. The fine, strapping fellow? Didn’t he wear a denim jacket and jeans. Those tennis shoes must have cost a great deal. Would he be the one?” She had stopped and turned back to him.

She bared her teeth at him. “Yep. He’s the one who is going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking camel jockey.”

Medi laughed again. She would pay for that. “Ah, yes. He is, how do you say, your white knight. Perhaps he is your crusader, yes? I fear he will not be riding out of the night to save you. You brought one white knight. But I, myself, brought two protectors of my own. They should have taken care of him by now.” Her eyes had gotten very wide. “Yes. I see that you understand now. It is just between the two of us now.”

She decided to go on the offensive. “Just who the fuck do you think you are?” She waved the papers. “What the fuck does any of this have to do with me?” With sudden fury, she swung at him, and missed. He stepped away from her and she followed him, swinging again. Her head suddenly rung as he struck her a blow she had not seen coming. It knocked her to the floor. She looked up at him in disbelief. Her eyes went in and out of focus, before they steadied. She was beginning to feel pain in her jaw, and realized he had struck her. Feeling something dripping from her mouth, she put her hand to her lip. When it came away, there was a small amount of blood. She realized she was setting, flat on her ass, with him standing over her like he was the lord and master.

He looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one had. He stood over her, studying the blonde. She was looking up at him with the widest, most stunned eyes he had ever seen. Her golden hair had a light wave to it, just perfect. She had minimal makeup on, but he would change that. She was a real dream. He could see tears forming in her eyes.

“Um, I can see that we got off to a bad ....”

“Shut your mouth you stupid bitch!” He picked up the papers and waved them at her. “If you say anything else without permission, or do anything like you just did, these documents will be on the net so fast you won’t even be able to say chad.” He could see her slowly nod.

“You have a choice. We either go some place more private and work out some details, or I will leave. And you know what will happen then. What will it be?”

Unless she said and did what he told her to do, he would expose her. She knew this to be true. She gulped hard, realizing she had no choice. Feeling a sick thrill, she agreed to go with him.

As they left the relative safety and light of the Student Union, Lindsey wondered what this would cost. Would it be money, or sex, or what? She hoped it was money. she shuddered at the thought of sex with this oily Camel Jockey. At least he didn’t smell as bad as the others. He wanted to get her out of here. Maybe she could contain this. When they entered the parking lot, she wondered if he was going to rape her. The feeling became even stronger when they stopped at a van. She stared into the blackened interior, wondering what would happen to her if she went inside. He was snapping his fingers, impatiently. Sensing her loss of independence, she climbed inside.

Medi resisted the impulse to pat the seat of her tight black stretch pants. There would be time later. He followed her inside, avoiding direct contact with her, and locked the door. He turned on the light and the audio and video recording devices. With the tint on the windows, no one was going to see in. With the insulation, they weren’t going to hear. She shrank away from him, sliding to the rear of the van.

Once the lights came on, she realized she was setting on a bed. There was some kind of fake fur on it. This was out of some bad R-rated movie. She wasn’t too worried about whether or not she would have to have sex with him. Men were men, and once you had them between your legs, you could get them to do almost anything. She knew that would be the way out. And she was prepared to let him ride her, or suck his cock if she had to. She looked at him warily. She waited for him to break the silence, wondering what was going to happen. His body language did not suggest any immediate action. She was expecting the demand, whatever that was going to be.

The cameras were running. Medi looked her over. Her chin was thrust out and she must have thought she was a pretty tough customer. Inwardly he smiled. He would see just how tough she really was. “Yes. Let us get started then. What is your name?”

Lindsey was put off by the question, not one she had been expecting. Was this some kind of trick? She sullenly answered. “But you already know that.”

Medi frowned at her. “I see that you learned nothing earlier.” He could see her eyes widen a bit. “Now, what is your name.”

At his mention of the earlier time frame, her jaw throbbed again. She hoped she wasn’t going to have a bruise. She really had no desire to be hit again. She still didn’t see the point, but decided to roll with the punch, so to speak. “Lindsey Hilts.”

He nodded to her. “Thankyou. That was not so hard, was it?” He waited as she shrugged. “Now, please tell me about the abortions. How many have there been?”

She still didn’t see where this was going. “I have done four, no wait, five. But they were all legal, right?” Inside, she quailed. This really wouldn’t do her political career any good if that became general knowledge, especially around here. She bit her lip.

“Ah, I see some remorse, yes?” She shrugged. “Would it be for the babies you killed? Or for having been caught at it?” She started, visibly. “No answer is required. That is only for you to know, yes?”

She decided he was some kind of Right to Lifer or some such. Did they have those kind of people in the Muslim world? She decided she had better learn more about his world.

Then he snapped his fingers, as if remembering something. “Now, before we continue, I need to understand something.” She was looking hard at him. “Did you read the instructions about the meeting this evening?” She gave him a nod. “Did they mention coming alone?” He could see a frightened look on her face. “Were you supposed to come alone?”

She had tried to remain silent at this unexpected tack. But he wasn’t going to let her off that easily. She nodded.

“Ah. Yes. Would you say you have been a bad girl?”

This definitely wasn’t going very well. She knew that being a bad girl were code words for S&M, something she absolutely was not into. She tried to stonewall. But he repeated the question in a louder voice, with a much more menacing tone. She swallowed. Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

He lowered his tone of voice, as if speaking to a wayward child. “What happens to bad girls?” His cock was hardening. It knew what happened to bad girls. And it liked it.

“I guess they get grounded?” But he shook his head. “They loose their allowance?” He sternly shook his head again. She really didn’t want to go down this path, but there didn’t seem to be any way out. “They, um, they get punished?” His eyebrows were raised in question. Her voice was beginning to tremble. “Um, they ah, they get spanked?” He was nodding, eyebrows still questioning. She had to use her imagination here, wondering what he really wanted her to say. “I guess, no wait. I need to be more positive. They, um, they get laid over a knee, um with their panties pulled down?” He was nodding more now. She knew she was prescribing her own punishment. And, they um, they get their hides tanned?” He nodded one last time. She found her hands were trembling, and she held them in her lap. And she was looking down rather than look him in the eye.

He loved this part. “Very interesting. Do you wish to be punished in such a manner?” He knew very well she didn’t.

She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. What had she gotten herself into? Would he play at this, or would he really do it. Feeling as if she had stepped off a cliff, she nodded. At his order, she began to strip. Determined not to cry or carry on, she started to pull her sweater off. She could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. And she knew her cheeks must be bright red. He stopped her and ordered her to look at him while she stripped. With that, the warm sweater came off, and she immediately felt goose bumps from the chilly air. She got her bra off. Her nipples were hard. In the confined space she finally had to lay on her back to pull her stretch pants down, hooking her thumbs through her panties as well. She immediately felt the cold on her womanhood and her ass. Pushing her shoes off, she wiggled out of the last of her clothing. On her back, she looked up at him.

Looking down between her legs, he could see she was a bottle blonde. In spite of himself, he was rock hard. Since his session with Krissie, he had made some changes to make this sort of this go easier.

She jumped when he reached, as it turned out, past her, and grabbed something. He put it down in the middle of the bed, causing her to skootch to one side. At his command, she lay down on it, face down. It was a very firm foam triangle, over a foot high, at the top. She wiggled around to get comfortable, with her waist bending over the top. Her face was down, and her ass was up in the air. This was a thoroughly humiliating position to be in.

Medi resisted touching her ass, just yet. “Reach up. There are some straps. Loop your hands through them.” She slipped her hands through the loops and tugged, inadvertantly causing them to tighten, binding her. No longer able to see him, she felt him move past her and take her feet. She felt them go into similar bonds, and she was suddenly bound securely. There was more movement and he was at her face, holding up a gag.

He admired her white skin, so soon to be his. “Are you willing to put this on? If you do so, you will be unable to make a sound?” He could see the fear in her eyes, but she nodded. With that, he gagged her with it, and she was now totally helpless. Another improvement he had made was that he now had a simple ping pong paddle, with the rubber backing stripped off. His session with Krissie had left his hand stinging, and he didn’t want to do that again. And he had experimented, with Kelly, on how hard to do this, and how many times. After a couple of tear streaked sessions, they had decided that, with a moderate swing, the paddle was twice as effective as the hand. The standard 20 lashes could be reduced to 10 for Lindsey.

She was trying to be still, but her skin was crawling. She was completely bound and could not move. When she tried to make a sound, it came out as a muffled moan. She could feel tears forming in her eyes, and she was utterly terrified. She knew she had made a terrible mistake. She had no idea why she had agreed to this. This Arab could be a psychopath, who could cut her up and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. They might never find her. Why oh why had she agreed to do this. What if he never let her go? What if she died here?

He could see her skin almost crawling. He reached out and placed a hand on her smooth white flesh. She jumped when he touched her. It was much warmer than his hand. Running his hand over her firm flesh. He began to play with her crack. She had tensed her buttocks, trying to deny him access. “Yes. I believe I am ready. You will be punished with ten swats. Does this meet with your agreement?” He heard her totally incomprehensible answer. “Oh. You cannot speak. I am so sorry. Please nod for agreement, or shake your head in disagreement.”

His icy hand had wandered over her ass. He had been grubbing around her pain hole. She remembered Arabs were big on sodomy. Unable to speak, all she could do was nod her head. She twitched as his hand left her ass. Knowing she should relax, she tried. Then there was the sharp pain and the sickening smack. White hot pain shot through her. She tried to break free. The second blow hit the same spot. The first one had surprised her. The second one really hurt. She had hoped he would play at this, but he wasn’t going to. The rest of the blows rained down. First her eyes watered, and then she was openly crying into her gag. When her nose began to run, she started to have trouble breathing. She did not remember this much pain, not even when she had her appendix out. She blubbered in terror. Then he went to the other side. This was a relief, but didn’t last. At eight she was sure she could not make it and tried to get up. Then it was over and her muffled sobs were all that broke the silence.

Even in the dim light he could see that her ass was beet red. He slid a finger into the crack of her ass. She hardly noticed until he forced his thumb into her hole. She grunted. With his other fingers he moved further forward, finding her pussy lips. They were actually a little moist. “Yes. I believe this bad girl likes this. I certainly do.” He pushed his finger up the length of her slit, and her lips swelled. “You have done this before, have you not? The bondage and spanking followed by fucking? I wonder who has done this to you?” He found her rosebud. He felt her begin to stir. “Perhaps you have done it many times, yes?” He matchied his finger and thumb motion. He trilled her and he felt her entire body twitch, involuntarily. Her breathing was becoming harder. He began moving back and forth along her slit as he dug his finger up her ass. “Oh. This is so pleasurable, is it not?” He jabbed two fingers into her pussy. He began to vigorously plunge in and out of her pussy and ass. He could feel his thumb through her inner skin. She was beginning to push back against his thrusts. She was beginning to pant. And then she was vigorously moving her hips in time with him. He felt her twitch in a new, uniquely feminine way. “You may make sounds if you wish. It is permitted.”

She hated herself for having cooperated with him. And then she had moved to his unending rhythm. And then she had shamelessly pushed back against him. The pain and pleasure was creating wild desire. An animal moan, often faked, escaped her lips. She bit her lip, but he goaded her into surrendering even that. She began to moan, shamelessly, like a porn star.

Medi was rock hard now, needing to do this white whore. He lay on the length of her body, and pulled the gag off the sweating girl. “Do yo wish me to release you?” She surprised him by saying nothing. He gave her a good grind. “Do you wish to be released?”

She needed a cock inside her, even this oily Arab’s cock. She hardly trusted her voice. She spoke meaning to tell him to let her up. “Take me. Take me hard.” She couldn’t believe she had said that, but her animal nature needed him. “Fuck me. Please fuck me.” It wasn’t nearly as big as Jerome’s, and it wasn’t circumcised, but she didn’t care. Then she pushed it into the hole of her pussy and stabbed herself with him. She was so wet that she had no trouble swallowing him. She pumped against him frantically. She began having lots of orgasms. Like the weak man he was, he soon emptied himself into her.

Then, as he emptied his Arab sperm into her unprotected white belly, she lost her modesty and screamed for him. His manhood slowly deflated inside her. Gasping and panting, they slowly regained their rational minds. He unbound her, and she immediately cuddled up with him, her hand stroking his manhood. But the drug Medi had taken did its work. He found himself hardening again.

She had never had that kind of sexual experience. She glued herself to his hair body, greedily stroking his manhood. Unlike Teddy, it immediately began to rise from the dead. She would have gladly sucked him to get him going. But she didn’t need to. She rolled him onto his back and straddled him. As soon as he was ready, her pussy swallowed him whole. She rocked back and forth on him, feeling the wild desire seize her again. And then he was pushing up with his hips and she was driving down onto him, and her mind was blown away again.

Grimes and Jarvis had climbed into the front seat of the rocking van while she was riding her Arab stallion. They watched with unbridled interest, making jokes that the couple slowly became aware of. Grimes called her a cowgirl and Jarivs picked up on Annie Oakley. Medi sent the shameless whore forward to minister to his men. She rode Grimes in the passenger seat and sucked off Jarvis in the driver’s seat. In the back, Medi did his obligatory ass fucking of her and then she spent the rest of the night being a cowgirl.

With morning, they stopped at the sorority house. They got out together. A quick push on her sholders and she was on her knees. He let her open his pants. In his accelerated state, he came down her throat in almost no time. Sure she had been seen deepthroating him, he let her go inside. He added her panties to the other two pair on the mirror of the van.

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Teddy was nibbling so delightfully on her left breast when her cell phone rang. For no good reason Lindsey picked it up. His fingers were in her pussy, and she had been moving against him, anticipating a good fuck. Too bad he wasn’t as good as that little Arab.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon. “I wish to see you, now.” He could hear muffled noises.

She suddenly pushed Teddy’s hand away from her pussy and sat upright. Ackward didn’t begin to describe the quandry she was in. Her boyfriend continued to suck on her breast. “Oh please. I can’t.” Even she wasn’t sure which of the two men she was talking to.

“Llindsey. Perhaps you need another lesson.” She was almost moaning. What was going on? “You have to make a choice. Make it now.”

Lindsey reluctantly pulled away from Teddy, trying to ignore the small orgasm she had just had. She buttoned up her jeans and grabbed her sweatshirt. She kissed Teddy hard and left his frat room. They were just getting things back to normal. She listened as the little Arab explained how to get to Kelly’s apartment, and that he wanted her there in 30 minutes.

She was flushed and breathing hard when she arrived at his door. She had a tentative smile as she came. He could feel his manhood stirring, in need of some relief. Her black sweater, complete with ‘Princess’ on it, set her blonde hair, bottle job, off nicely. Her tight low-cut jeans, button down, were an inch below her sweater, showing off nice white skin. He motioned to her, and she pressed herself against him. He wouldn’t let her kiss him, knowing where her mouth had been.

Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. She hated him, but she could not get over the absolutely shattering orgasms she had had. Teddy wasn’t even coming close. She could feel his hardness and she knew she wanted him. He refused to kiss her. She let him turn her around and felt him press against her ass. They walked together over the table, where he made her bend over. She lay, cheek on a place mat as he tugged her pants down off of her, along with her panties and tennis shoes. She passively waited to see which hole he would use. He took the pain hole. He gripped her hips, hard as he entered her. Her moan turned to a small groan. She pushed back against him until he finished his man thing.

When he popped out of her, the greedy whore immediately turned to him, wanting her own pleasure. But he wasn’t ready for her. He picked up the box with the bikini in it and tossed it to her. She opened it, holding the two tiny pieces out for inspection. She smiled at him, and naked from the waist down, pranced off to the bathroom. While she was gone, he went over and made sure the video equipment was working. She took a very long time before she came out. The leopard print top was little more than a pair of postage stamps over her hard nipples. And the bottom just barely covered her slit. He let her ride him as she greedily sought the gift of his sperm in her unprotected womb. Later her would tell her about the party she would attend.