"I picked a grape off the plate and it's sweetness hit me like a millionhot fudge sundaes all in one little sugar bomb. My body was craving thisafter ...hat we had just done...Then I inhaled sharply, my back tensing from Daddy's strong fingers,suddenly so cold on my belt marks, but he was delicate...and it feels soso good....He had brought a container of healing lotion (CeraVe, great for this) andhe was giving me the 'aftercare' that I had read about when exploring theBDSM lifestyle on line... I. Repeatedly. Pointedly. I'm not sure what she is trying to tell me, but anyway I've got my work still to do. So I devise a little game to keep her occupied and out of my hair for a few hours. "I'll tie you up on the bed and tape the vibrator to your clit like I did Tuesday. You can say 'stop' at any time and I'll take it off, but for every single minute short of six hours you will get one lash of the whip. So for example if you hold out for four hours that is two hours short, that is 120. All the while Andre looked on from the closest vantage point he dared, his own excitement renewed as he watched his naked wife's body orgasm again and again. At her beseeching the count entered her and not two, but three people climaxed simultaneously.A few minutes later the two rode off headed west. Andre followed, spying on them long enough to espy Justine while on her back during another stop, grasp her ankles and urge the count to fill her, a request which he was only too happy to oblige.. "Well, my dear, we still have half a bottle of last semester's rum and that would go really well with some very raunchy stories." said Nancy with a not so innocent look on her face."Yes to rum, but no more stories. I wanna move around, do something. Dance and jump and stuff. I wanna move it, move it." said Diana, while jumping up and getting hyped by her own energy."Well, there is something we could play, and it would mean we would have to move around a bit. I got the box some months ago, but.