But the intensity of the cum that Brian sucked and pulled from her throbbing clit as he continued to lap at her crotch blotted everything else from he... consciousness. It was only because he had her supported with his hands that she remained standing at all. She had felt his fingers against her asshole, probing and spreading her sphincter, then teasing the inside of her heated bowel, and had wanted more. Between the stimulation of thousands of nerve endings in her anus and the sensation of his. "Did I just refer to my ass as a 'pussy?'" I asked myself."What else would you call it, pussy-boy?" my alter ego answered."'Real Men' have cocks...and asses. Sissy-boys have clits and pussies,"he elaborated."Which are you?" I asked myself.It was a rhetorical question. "You have talked your own wife into goingout and getting fucked by another man while you stay home and act like apanty-wearing faggot," my alter ego continued in my own head."Pretend!" I whispered out loud. "She is pre-tend-ing. Lick that pussy Eric, get it nice and wet for my cock.” i wrapped my hands beneath Eric’s thighs and squeezed, encouraging him to listen to Max, but he just trembled beneath me in shock. “Seems your husband needs some encouragement Nadia, perhaps this will help.” He bent over and pulled the belt from his pants and began to savagely whip my ass and back with it, the leather stinging my tender flesh and sending pain through my body as i squeezed Eric’s thighs tighter. “The whipping stops when. “ What’s in those drinks I asked Shilla? They are so strong.” “ Oh they don’t use measures here and it’s their own local brew.” After I had drunk half of my drink I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy but in a most pleasant way. The music began and six waiters arrived on the dance floor. They formed a circle ,then putting their arms around each other’s shoulders, slowly began to dance to the music. Round and round they went bobbing up and down and getting faster and faster as the music.