He wasn't going to crop me now? Surely? I wasn't horny. I had just cum (for what it's worth). And I'd at least given him a half-decent blow job. Hi ha...d on my back, holding my tied hands, and pressing me down. And... crack! Yow! The first stroke from the riding crop. Crack. Crack. Yow. I squealed. "Shut up, slut"Crack. Crack. I could just imagine the stripes starting to appear on my poor soft white bottom.Crack. I screamed. "OK, you whore. I told you to shut up."Master fiddled behind me, and. She kept an immaculate house and his dinner was always ready for him whenever he got home, no matter how late. He knew he was lucky to have married her for she was also a stunning woman, almost as tall as he with braided blond hair and a figure she prided herself on keeping trim and youthful.She dressed well on his generous salary and he admired the way she looked in her periwinkle print dress as she stooped in the little pool of light spilling out the kitchen door to lift the fake rock and. " "I know she wants it and I want it too."Carol moaned and leveraged her body up so that his cock was touching her cunt. I reached down, took his cock in my hand and slid it into her. I wanted to watch them fuck. I wanted to see Carol in the throes of lust.The three of us moaned.John slowly sank his cock into Carol's sopping cunt. When he hit bottom he froze and looked over at me. His face was contorted with pleasure so intense it was almost pain.My eyes were glazed over with lust, my body. Now remove my pants and underwear for me."I audibly gulped. I went about my task carefully removing his pants with a little help. Then came the moment that changed my life. The realization of so much in so short a time. As I approached his boxer-briefs, I could already smell something powerful. The closer I got, the more it filled my senses. The bulge visually enticed me with its volume and I had to resist the urge to run my hand over it. Finally, I peeled down his underwear while on my.