“Noooo! Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do better. I promise.”“Your right about that bitch. But I think you need a little incentive to do better....Plus, this is going to provide us with some enjoyment. Think of it as our reward for putting up with blue balls while we were dating you.”Trevor surveyed the implements in his hands and selected the flogger. It had a solid handle about eighteen inches long and a couple of dozen two foot leather strips protruding from the handle.“We’ll start off with. A little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, he continued until he saw her face her mouth opening in a silent cry. Ron felt his hand fill with wetness as her back arched, her legs tensed and a soft high-pitched squeal exploded from her. On and on, Ron kept his hand moving, keeping Carol in a continual orgasm. No, no, no she begged him. Ron slowed and then gently removed his hand, still watching her he brought it to his face. He inhaled her scent and then put his fingers into his mouth to. Hopefully they can help us."I was incredibly relieved to hear Jason say that.We got off the car and slowly started walking towards the house. It was a small place but very country. It seemed a bit strange how this nice little house was out in the middle of nowhere. Jason stepped up to the door first. He turned to look at me and sighed. He nervously rang the doorbell. It seemed like forever til we heard a person opening the door. It was an old man in a wheelchair. He looked like a very nice man. “Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes's ass?” asked Natalie.My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn't trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom's sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious.“No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I'm looking at Aoi.”“Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.”The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose,.