She went over and knelt in front of him. "I'm glad you had a good time today but we have some unfinished business to attend to don't we?" "Unfinished...business?" she asked. "Yes, there's the matter of your requested spanking... or do you not want that after all?" "Oh yes Sir! I still want and need a good spanking, Sir." "Very well. Go into your bedroom and get your big hairbrush. And bring the baby oil from the bathroom with you." "T-the hairbrush, Sir? she said, worried and beginning to. He said as he kicked her feet wider. Head down, hands behind your head, chest out. She did as instructed. He continued just walking around her, not touching her. She was getting so aroused just standing there, exposed to this stranger, knowing that she had better do exactly as he said.He left her standing there and went over to the dresser that housed all of their toys. He took out some rope, some string, nipple clips, weights, and a vibrator. Deepti couldn’t see what he was doing because she. "You're going to look so cute for our little guest tonight. He's been dieing to meet you." She spoke with great authority.A wave of fear came over me in that very moment. "Visitor? What visitor? How can you have a visitor when you know we are supposed to keep this a secret from others." Awe, don't worry. This person's knew from the very start about these little events."How could anyone know about what we were doing? The only people that knew we were even remotely up to something was the man at. My girlfriend, lover, whatever, Libby Manning was not part of the group. She’d had to stay home and manage her Ministry getting a complex piece of law through the Commons. The night before she’d taken me out to dinner at one of London’s finest restaurants then taken me home and fucked me, hard; one of her ‘remember whose boss’ fucks that left my arse red from the hand slaps she’d given me as she entered me from behind.“Libby’s bitch needs to remember her.” How was I likely to forget? I squirmed.