Even now, I could feel it resting lightly on my clit -- and it moved, ever so slightly, with every step I took.It hadn't seemed fair to stop there, so...I'd gotten a ring for Jenny, too. Estelle called it a triangle, but it was as round as the other (although she'd suggested a curved barbell, which I'd refused). It went horizontally just behind my clit, and I could feel it all the time, too. I thought the symbolism was just perfect: I was my clit, sandwiched gently between my two lovers.Jenny was. That, however, is another story.She wonders over and asks, “Hey, want to go to the flogging ritual?” I think the class is called “Driving Toward Ecstasy”, but everyone calls it the flogging ritual. I’ve been interested in going for years, but never had a partner who I thought would be interested in topping or bottoming at that ritual. “Sure, do you want to top or bottom?”“Either.”Now I have to think. I feel like I’ve been submitting a lot so far, and feel like I ought to want to top. I don’t. When he arrived he quickly noticed that his wife was a little drunk."Are we going to bed, darling?" she asked him, "I would like to go to bed with my husband." That won't be possible," said Thomas, frostily, "The Emir has sent for you."He paused."He says you have some punishment to come."This seemed to sober Emma up a little."Did he say what punishment?" she asked in a small voice."No, but I expect it will be increased if you keep him waiting," replied her husband, pushing her out of the. "Now, Lara, it is time for our first wish. Tom, what would you like?" I want to see her tits," said Tom, a man who had been a resident in the home for many years and was nearly eighty years old."Of course," replied the old sailor, holding Lara by the arms. Betty again approached the young girl, grabbed hold of her uniform top and pulled down the zip. Everyone was staring at Lara's large breasts, covered by her small white bra. While everyone else stared Betty grabbed Lara's bra and pulled it.