I lay across her thighs, spent and exhausted. I was vaguely aware ofher husband taking pictures. He had been taking pictures the whole timeshe was bei...g punishing me.She pushed me off her lap and onto the floor and started call me slut,evil woman, temptress, sissy, and pervert. She made me get on my kneesand lick my "disgusting juices" off her leg. She told me to beg herforgiveness for seducing her husband. After licking up my cum andbegging forgiveness, she again said I was a slut and was. "Follow me." She turned on her heel and quickly walked away. I scurried after her, naked except for my sandals, and unable to cover myself. She led me down a few hallways, and some stairs, her sensible shoes clanging on the metal steps. Getting down the steep stairs, which were really more like ladders, with my hands cuffed was tricky, and she helped me backward down them, her hands on my bare buttocks, and I'm sure she enjoyed the view of my shaved cunt. The thought made my clit tingle. She. I wassurprised that my thoughts suddenly wandered to how complex and expensivethis bondage-addict's dream of a machine must have been. Suchconsiderations were brought to an abrupt halt as Claire began playingagain with the plug inside me. She continued until all my awareness wasconcentrated on the feeling of being stretched and penetrated. I realisedI was groaning with the movements of the plug and the ease of Claire'saction because of the very slippery lubricant she had squirted inside meafter. Running her hands down his flanks as she continued to sink to her knees, her lips reached the top of his pubic hair and she moved slightly to the right, placing kisses down the side of his groin to the top of his thigh as she momentarily ignored the proof of his arousal that jutted proudly from his hips.Her hands resting on the outside of his thighs, Lindsey moved her head slightly and ran her tongue laterally over the tops of his muscular legs to the base of his shaft before kissing her way.