I had chosen to not wear a bra (which now is the norm for me). I boarded the train feeling very self-conscious. I wasn't sure if the skirt was too sho...t and I knew my nipples were poking out of my top. Nevertheless, I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy that only dressing provocatively in public could bring about. The ride into the city was uneventful but it didn't make me any more relaxed. I was still as nervous if not more so considering I would soon be walking around the city wearing so. The blowjob I was receiving seemed too light and inexperienced for Rachel, but it still felt good. Then I heard, “That’s so fucking hot, shhh,” but the sound seemed too far to be Heather.“Is someone else in here, Heather?”“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” and the strap slapped across my leg.“Mistress, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.”“It looks like you need something to keep that defiant mouth busy, now clean my cunt, slave.”Heather sat on my face as the Lady stopped sucking me, and staddled my. "In the bedroom, still fully dressed, she stared at the bench, which was pulled well away from the wall and which sat on large metal tray. Clearly they expected her to lose control of herself and did not want the carpet spoiled."If you keep your clothes on for the whipping, they will undoubtedly be ruined, and the material torn, and some of the stray strands will get into the wounds. Although you were not sentenced to be flogged naked, I would strongly recommend it," he said.Quickly she took. It seemed like Stan got a hand-job from my sister, with some lip service. While his sister and I were fucking our brains out, again.It was the weirdest walk home. Janey stayed behind me, going slow like she really was sore. And never saying a word. Even the two times I tried to strike up a conversation.Stan wasn't stupid. He'd watched the tutorial. Ever after he made sure to make Janey happy first. With that, all was good. We'd split into separate bedrooms, have our fun; but always there'd be.