In its place is a shredded fearful slave. I have to look at my ass first, with its ten stripes, now dark purple. Then I see my breasts, striped, with ...rops of clotted blood on their tips. I cannot see much of my pussy, but I don't need to. I can barely walk, the pain is so bad.I enter the walk-in shower and shower with warm water. My nipples start bleeding again. I have to pee, and do it in the shower, like men do. Otherwise I would have to do it again in front of Parker. He is looking at me. Every day, her life revolved around the usual works of cleaning and washing. The little reprieve that she could afford herself was a nice afternoon alone at home, sitting by the pool or windowsill, with a nice cup of tea and a good book. Things were worse now, that her husband was out of town for a business trip for 2 weeks. Boredom was as sure as her feeling older than 42.But recently, she preferred the pool, for it gave her an excuse to be in that tiny bikini she bought at the store a month. I started to kiss my wife, then to rub her breast. I could sense that he was starting to undress, then he came over and knelt infront of my wife. The feeling was fabulous for us both. Then his hand lifted her skirt and disappeared up. My wife opened her legs and I could only but guess what he was doing as I snogged her.The following session went on for 2 hours and my wife came some 40 times, before he left. So I will only recount the most memorable bits, otherwise a blow for blow account could. ?Take off that bathrobe.? The look on her face was priceless, his cock hard as a rock as the tears began to form in her eyes.She put both of her wrists together in front of her and offered them up to be tied. ?Just tie me up. Please!? Anything was better than taking off her bathrobe for him. She knew that it was just the start if he took off her bathrobe. The slap was so unexpected, Gretchen’s face rocked from side to side. She couldn’t believe the pain, as her head exploded in.