We went into my playroom and I immediately slapped theleather cuffs on her wrists, then attached them to theoverhead pulley and pulled her up till her...toes werejust barely touching the ground. I quickly stuffed in aball gag just in case she wanted to complain, but shenever did, never would, then I put on the hood, sealingher off from the world quite effectively. Then I strapped in a couple of vibrators just to lether get warmed up to the task at hand, then strappedher ankles to poles on either. I could hear people moving around the room. Suddenly, my blindfold was ripped. “Hello Slut #1 and 3. Welcome to our punishment.” It took me a second to completely get my bearings. In front of me is Laurie, her legs hoisted into the air and her pussy only inches from mine. Standing above us was a beaming Cassie, and outside of that, I couldn’t see anything else. The room was dark, perhaps the men were gone, perhaps not. In her hand, Cassie held a large, double headed dildo. “Okay sluts, you. A dull ache still throbbed in her bruised loins and she tried vainly not to think about the cause of it. The memory was impossible to evade, though, and she found herself realizing all over again that she had actually betrayed her own husband behind his back. She had allowed another man, a low class stranger, to seduce her and had actually responded to the debasing experience like some cheap whore whose existence depended upon the presence of a hard male penis between her legs. The slight. She had large blue-green eyes, long eyelashes and full lips, framed by shoulder-length bonde hair. She was, in a word, lovely.Shy by nature, Sara became very self-conscious at first by this unwanted attention. Is there something wrong with me? Am I some kind of freak? Why do men stare at me like that? It was not as if she always wore tight-fitting clothes that accentuated her figure; in fact, she tried to wear bulky tops and jeans whenever appropriate.By the time she was seventeen, she had.