“No chance of that! I love my job, I love all of you, and I love Chicago.”“What plans do you have while we’re in Iron Mountain?” I asked.“... figure a wild party that turns into an orgy,” she said, struggling to keep a straight face.“So long as the house is clean by the time we get home, and everyone is of age, enjoy!” I replied, struggling to contain a smirk.“And movies!” Kara eagerly requested.That caused both Winter and me to break up laughing. Of course, what came next, had me laughing even. It seemed like the pain just went on and on. She found herself drifting away.Finally, as she was off in some ethereal, endorphin induced stupor, she realized that the whipping had stopped. Her eyes were closed, She was trying to discern what was real and what was not. She felt the clips removed from her labia – more pain as the blood rushed back into the abused skin – drifting away again, then the feel of a tongue, so warm and soft, gently laving the tortured folds of her pussy while fingers. I had come back from an evening out with friends yet I was dissatisfied. I had been the only single person in the group. Mary had organised the dinner party because she considered going out to a restaurant on Valentine’s Day meant poor service in an overcrowded restaurant. There were five married couples and me. Mary had invited me to be the dinner partner for an unnamed woman friend who was returning from Australia, and would be staying with Mary for a few days. I knew Mary was matchmaking,. I hadn’t known that Dave was in a club and was surprised to find he was a member of one. He had refused to reveal what type of club we were going to.The door opened as we approached and a dinner suited doorman greeted Dave and signed me in as a guest.The place was elegantly furnished and seemed like an old fashioned gentleman’s club.Dave opened some double doors and I realised this was far from old fashioned. On a small stage, lingerie clad girls danced to an audience of men sitting at low lit.