Take off your nightgown and bend over the bed, feet apart, toes pointed in.”She stared at him in surprise, and a little fear. Maybe she’d been too...hasty, and she probably shouldn’t have slapped him.“Now, Abby. I know you like that nightgown. It would be a shame to have it ripped up.”She jumped to obey as he rummaged in the bottom drawer of their dresser, retrieving a leather strap and that evil quirt. He turned around and glanced pointedly at their bed. She hurried to get into position, even. It was touching me, teasing me, a little discomfort- far less than Donna’s. I was wondering how far I could go and how we could explore that. I was also left wondering what would have happened, where things would have gone since I forgot the safe word. I understood, it was required I say it clearly to stop what was being done. In a way, it was frightening, and stimulating.Chuck did recognize the situation when I lost my brain.After their session ended, Donna excused herself for a moment. Hugh,. I could hear him as he putsome lube on his shaft and I felt his finger enter me as he spread thejelly inside me. I reached into my bra and took out the small bottle ofpoppers and opened it as I felt him rub his cockhead around my rosebud. Iinhaled from the bottle, quickly resealed it and felt my head explode asthe rush of the poppers ran through me. At the same time a stronghormonal rush overcame me, making my body hot and my brow break out inperspiration. I could feel him enter me slowly and. .. and... Mavis broke from her daydream with a startled jar. She suddenly realized that one of her hands was cupping an aching breast, and that the other had slid almost all the way down to the crotch of her slacks--the crotch that was still slightly caked from the juices that had flowed from her cunt only thirty minutes earlier.She stood up quickly, more confused than ever, and began walking briskly back in the direction of the resort.What is happening to me? she wondered. What is happening to.