These gang fucking parties only happen a couple times a year, but Christmas was one of the times that always seems to be the most fun.Anyway, because ...he married men would be unable to enjoy my wife’s charms overnight they would at pre-arranged times sneak up stairs and ball my wife during the party while the others engaged their wives so that they wouldn’t notice that their spouses were being otherwise entertained. These little encounters didn’t take very long and upon each man filling my wife. Um... entice the captains of business in the area to attend and to contribute to the foundation." Clever marketing," I said. "Nobility, huh? You sure she wasn't just a courtesan? You know, the prince's concubine?"She laughed then, and I found myself fighting a spell that this woman was weaving around me. I was fast getting to the point where if she'd asked me to jump out the window, I'd do it."Perhaps," she said mirthfully as she began to fill a plate. "Come, join me. I'd like to get to know. We agreed to meet downtown at a local restaurant that we all love called "Bellisimo's" which was famous for it's meatballs and sausages. After dinner we walked over to one of the hottest clubs in the city, which was just a few blocks down from the restaurant. As we were enjoying some cocktails near the bar someone caught my attention from the back of the club. It seemed as he could see right through me, almost like he was fucking me from across the room. I stared back intently at him, wondering. Hana didn’t talk much but she smiled when she caught Simone staring at her backside. She showed Simone to the tack room to pick out a pair of riding boots. “So, what kind of whip you like, Simone?” asked Hana with a knowing tone in her voice. “I prefer this kind,” Hana continued, “but they are not for riding.” Hana had picked up a long dressage whip designed for training horses. The four foot long handle reached from the floor to Hana’s waist. A single tail of braided leather extended from the.