He lashed her right across her tight, swelling ass. The little white slip and panties were no protection at all. Utter agony burst through her as she wept and hung on the bar.
"Now you gotta listen," Nolan said, "just watch and keep your fuckin' mouth shut."
Through her tears, Cathy stared at the room. The others were carrying on as if nothing was happening. Renata leaned against the wall watching. Conrad sat on the sofa, watching Alisha's mouth slowly slide aver Eric's cock.
"She ready," Conrad asked.
"I reckon so," Nolan replied.
"Fine. Okay, Alisha, have fun."
CHAPTER TWO
With a gurgle of lust, Alisha sank her mouth right down the length of Eric's rock-hard cock. He gave a gasp and heaved up off the desk, holding her head as her skillful throat worked over him.
"Watch this, baby," Nolan said, leaning on Cathy as she hung helplessly from the leather bindings. "You could learn a lot. I mean look at that chick's mouth work. Look, bitch, or I'll whip you!"
The horror overwhelmed Cathy. She did she was told, staring at the degrading sight taking place on the desk.
Eric was going out of his mind as Alisha's throat slurped his cock right down. He groaned constantly, shoving his fingers into her pussy, puffing the little red panties aside so he could get into her sopping-wet fuck-hole.
"Ooooh, yeahhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhh, fuck! The mouth on this whore-slut!"
Cathy saw Renata mow slowly over to the sofa where Conrad sat, casually watching. She saw her hands around his neck and then down over his chest, leaning over him, stroking him, kissing his neck.
Nolan leaned in closer, his hips thrusting at Cathy's ass which still burned from the strokes of the riding crop. He reached for the lacy top of her slip as he pressed against her ass. Cathy could feel the bulge of his cock shoving at her ass crack, thrusting against her sore flesh.