“Ophelia,” Mistress Flavia commanded. “It’s time to stop beating the prisoner.”Ophelia kept whipping my cock. She was possessed.“Bleed for...me,” Ophelia shouted as she struck my cock with the whip.Mistress Flavia stepped forward and grabbed Ophelia’s arm from behind. That’s when Ophelia finally stopped.Then, Mistress Flavia took the whip from Ophelia and escorted her towards me. “Let’s inspect the prisoner’s wounds,” MIstress Flavia said.“His chest looks magnificent,” Mistress Flavia said. “What. “Call me Dan …”“Sure I’ll…”They discussed various topics and then Dan asked what she was doing.“In my bed”“And what are you wearing?”“Oh just a nightwear”“Which colour is this? Pink?”How did he know!“It is…”“I wish I could be there…”“And what would you’ve done?”“I’ll kiss your forehead, eyes, then slowly I’ll kiss your chicks, your ears, I’m going to spend some time on your earlobes, I’m going to bite them now … and I’m going to kiss your nose, and those lovely lips, smooch”Oh my god, Becky. They all agreed.Sharon brought drinks through and passed them out, the men touching her as she did so, I could tell how turned in she was, by all this attention. I told her that she should follow me to the dining room, which she did, I bent her over the table and fucked her cunt briefly enjoying how wet she was and how easily my cock slid up her hole.I called the other men through, they walked through, I could tell they where in the edge with their desire to fuck her. I withdrew and said she is. Arnett, with the utmost respect, sir, I believe your wife is cheating so we might need to raise the stakes."I simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, "Yes, she does appear to be kicking your asses. What's on our mind?"He immediately uttered, "Strip shots."Now Gina was only into her third shot when she practically cut me off in midspeech saying, "Oh, aren't we funny, I'm winning and you're all talking about taking clothes off? Try again!"I should.