Bobby and Ken were arguing about something when I reached our usual table."Fuck off, Anthony!" Bobby said, grabbing his tray and heading out of the ca...eteria."What was that all about?" I asked a very startled Ken."I was telling Bobby about the Lake party and he went off on me. I mean I agree that it's hard to believe that it was Betty Lou Cooper that took on the football team at the Lake, but I didn't think I deserved that." You are sure about Betty Lou?" Well, as sure as you can be about. ? ?Two. Thank you Master.? ?Three. Thank you Master.? At this point I stop flogging her and reach between her legs. She is verywet. I play with her pussy for a few minutes, getting her even more excited.Then it is time to begin again. I continue the pattern of alternating floggingand pussy play until all 15 lashes have been administered. She has cum multipletimes by now and is sagging from the hook. I unhook her wrist and ankles beforegently carrying her over to the bed. She twitches as I carry. My heart was pounding in my chest. This was really embarrassing and it would be obvious what was happening here. I reeked of sex and her vagina. I crawled under her desk and sat silently. My wife called out, "Morning, Cindy," in her professional voice. She was sitting up straight on her chair and her dress was pushed back down to the regular length. "Hi, Lindsay, how're you doing today?" Cindy said. "I feel great, I've had a good morning," she replied with a chuckle. "You're here early!" she. Not wanting to wake my lovely Teresa, I showered in the guest bath and was clean and completely naked when I finally entered our bedroom. There, laying on her stomach with the radiant moonlight washing over her bare back, was my lovely Teresa. Her long, dark hair was pooled around her shoulders and seemed to shimmer in the pale luminescence of the moon. She was nude on the bed, with the single sheet draped lightly over her left leg. The remaining cover was gathered over her hips, seductively.