Looking down, he examined his member and clucked a quiet approval.Looking down, he examined his member and clucked a quiet approval. "I will drive you home now, but I expect to meet you the same place, same time tomorrow. Understand?" "Yes, Don," I said meekly. That night, I lay in bed thinking of the days events. My crotch felt as though I still had him inside of me. I wondered wether he was big or small as far as guys went. It had looked HUGE to me. Then, my thoughts drifted to how he bossed me around and how he punished me. My fingers drifted to my cunt and I started rubbing myself harder and harder till I came as I remembered the humiliating spaking the pimple- faced nerd had administered. Was I becoming a whore? The next day was a little less dramatic from a pain stand point of view. I met Don as instructed and we drove to the same location. While outside, Don instructed me to remove my panties. I did so and he threw them on the front seat of the car. Again, I climbed the ladder first and again, he peered up but this time at my exposed pussy. I was already wet. In the loft, I looked around quickly. The barn itself had obviously not been used for farming activities in some years. However, the upstairs looked as though it had been. I didn't know if it was just Don or if other guys came up here. I wondered if Don brought his sister up here or if they fucked at home or if they fucked at all. There was some weird con- traptions hanging from the ceiling and from one of the side walls. I was pretty sure they were not related to any farming activities but said nothing to Don. |