I am hard and stroking my engorged cock as I contemplate the scene. And, oh my what delightful torments has your ample cock received? Were there assor...ed genital whips for the use of guests? Were there chemical irritants like Tiger Balm to make you suffer? Were there needles? So many questions. I just visualize your breasts being whipped and glowing red, I see your nipples enduring painful clamps. I see party guests creating a zipper of tight clothes pins across your exposed chest and nipples. He had his hands on my tits again, slapping and squeezing them. I felt so, so, content. Mark was my husband, my lover, and my owner. Yes, I'm his property and he can do whatever he wants with me. I am his willing slave and I love it this way.When he finally let go of my tits he grabbed a handful of my hair again and pushed me back off his lap and I knew to kneel in front of him on the floor. Then he pulled my hair again and I said, "May I lick up that sticky mess on your cock Sir?"He didn't say. It was her best friend Mike's 18th birthday, and they had been planning a night out for so long. It had been the topic of conversation since they were about 14, their first, legal night out. Problem was, she had also agreed to go on a team building session with work, and it had happened to fall on the same day.  The session was a boozy lunch, followed by the normal team building activities. The problem was it was in Warrington, which was a 90 minute coach journey away. The return coach was. Can we go out on the balcony?”“Sure,” said Michael. “Lets step out there and enjoy it. Brad, you probably figured out the room is comped.”“Yeah, I did. Thanks very much!”“No problem. That includes the mini bar so everyone should feel free to enjoy whatever they want. We can also order room service, just don’t go crazy. Come on Tee, can I call you that?“Absolutely, it is my nick name.”“Then lets go out on the balcony.”“I’m going to get a drink,” said Brad, “so go enjoy yourselves.”Michael opened.