"Ok, maybe not alone!" I laughed and she cracked up with me."Oh, and Penny," I continued, "remember what I told your mom about treating those around m... with respect? I'm not going to conspire with you against her. I'm going to be up front with her. I value your friendship and hers, and you don't plot against your friends, even with the best of intentions, Ok?"Penny turned serious, thinking, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We wouldn't be very respectful if we didn't think she could. Then suggested that we sit up and cross our legs as he was sitting. At this time Ralph sat up and maneuvered so that he was now sitting at my feet facing me. Uncomfortable as I was Ralph T. offered that '... like this if we are seen by the men they would think we just stopped to sit under the tree out of the sun...' I glanced back over my shoulder and Ralph T. admonished me saying '..don't look back they might notice you...' since he was facing that direction it made sense and I could see that. In my anger and then in the heat of this incredible fuck with Marc I had forgotten. I should have stopped him, but pure pleasure had overtaken my body. As I felt his big black cock stiffen and swell, my pussy was overtaken by more pleasure than I thought possible. My body released into the most incredible orgasm I have ever felt. It seemed to last forever and I was still in the middle of it when I felt Marc begin to blast his potent African seed deep inside my fertile pussy. His huge black cock. “Yes, on several occasions. I’m also a swinger, my husband and I come here on swinger parties on a regular basis. But I’m also a pain and lust slave. My husband is my Master.” She said. She took a deep breathe and continued: “Right now it’s the monthly torture night. That you’re here in this room means you must love cruel and harsh torture too. Cause women on the stage are all tortured hard to entertain the rich and perverted men and women. They pay a lot of money to see women tortured harder.