Judging from the look of vicarious joy on Chelsea's face, it was okay with her, too.We lay there for a moment or two longer, as Chelsea put her head o... my chest, her frosty façade forgotten for now. Her hair felt soft to the touch as I ran my fingers through it, holding her in my arms at last. We dozed off for a little while together on my bed, while Nicky apparently did the same with Monica. We were more than fuckbuddies or bedfellows now ... we were lovers as well. Ours was more than a fling.. It wasn’t a multi strand flogger but an Indiana Jones style bull whip. After ten lashes I was ready to pass out, at this point the lashes ceased and Master again left the room, leaving me alone.About ten minutes later master returned to the room wearing boxer shorts, only this time accompanied by two male goons, who likewise were shirtless, wearing only boxers and ski masks. I did notice one had extensive tattoos on both arms. Both were considerably shorter than Master and neither would say a. His mind raced to find a way to convert her advances into something productive. Ultimately she completely erased those thoughts by asking, “Do you find me attractive?” Bear stumbled, “Well yes, I can’t imagine who wouldn’t. But you are married.” Tracing a path down Bear’s fingers Cyn whispered, “We have an agreement allowing us to enjoy friends in any way we desire as long as we tell each other,” Cyn slipped over to the chair adjacent to him. She drew Bear’s hand under the table to the soft. As Andrew looked around the coffee shop, he could see it was nearly deserted and had many completely free tables.“Thank You,” she said.Andrew went back to reading his paper. He had noticed the woman was young, mid to late twenties, with a profusion of long light red hair and breasts that were considerably more than ample. He read for a few minutes in peace, resisting the temptation to lower the paper and take a better look at his new table companion.“Shame about that bank,” she said.Andrew.