The spanking hurt, there was no denying that but Judith mostly remained stoic, the occasional wriggle and deep intake of breath the only sign to her d...scomfort. Sir Jolyon did not count the number of smacks, his purpose was to ‘warm her up’ in preparation for the selected implements and this was best judged by seeing her bottom reach the desired level of redness. Eventually Sir Jolyon stepped back “How does that feel Judith?” “It stings Sir and my bottom feels really hot,” her voice almost. She heard the front door open downstairs and her heart accelerated even more, feeling like it was trying to jump out of her chest. She heard noises from the first floor, then footsteps coming up the stairs. Then she felt a presence... someone was in the room. Sara held her breath. The presence came closer... then soft lips were touching hers, parting them, a tongue darting inside.Then she felt hands on hers, lifting them... moments later both wrists were tied to the bedposts above her head. The. Now after a fitful sleep filled with odd dreams of sex, fueled by her readings, she found herself fingering herself as she awoke. She was already in a wet spot as big as her ass. Her finger worked furiously inside her. She noticed that while it was her normal type of masturbation, thumb flat on clit, index, ring, and pinky fingers holding her labia open while her middle finger teased and penetrated her, it was her left-hand instead of her right hand. A tingle swept her that grew to be wave. She kissed me intensely. "We can get dates when we want them. Any day. You give us private and great sex and that's why we're here. Just shut up and enjoy both of us."I went soft immediately. I felt used. Hey, this was no different than Anita. I loved her but I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. Shortly, I felt life in my pecker. Bettina writhed her hips against me and then put her glorious breasts on my chest. I remembered last time that I couldn't come in the condom. I decided to treat it like she.