. fuck, you were pretty young and even if you've only averaged 100 per year since then that it has to be over a..." I can do the math Sharon. I don't ...et the point." I'm just saying that you must really know how to do a guy right that way - right? Well," Sharon looked lovingly at her husband, "I need you to give Matt a blowjob so that I can see how to do it right. You blow him, and then I'll blow him... deal?"Matt just smiled drunkenly."Are you really sure... ?" Gina paused for drama. "If. I was too weak to protest even if I had wanted to. The truth was that it felt good. I didn’t now how many men or women were looking at me and touching me. But, I realized that Master John was sharing me with other members of the club. I could tell by the way the voices echoed that I was back in the main room of the club. I could hear a number of chair legs make a scratching sound on the concrete floor and realized that an audience was assembling. Master John did not say anything. What have I got to look forward to I wonder? He holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet, then leads me over to the couch next to where my wife is now sitting, camera in hand still catching all the action. My erection is bursting and swings from side to side as I’m lead over, and my wife reaches out and gives it a little squeeze, “My my, you really are loving this aren’t you, you little cock slut!” Where I’m directed to sit, the cameras on tripods both have a good angle and my wife is right. I chose a very slender riding crop that was nearly a whip itself. Again the problem of two. Which one to weal first? Whichever you chose you left a question mark. On the basis that terry was the most culpable I laid a truly lovely stripe flat over her sex.She wasn't a bit heroic. But then she never pretends to be. Having so much freedom, she used it. She went wild. But no matter how she tried she always ended up where she started. The ropes round her ankles won. Even while she writhed she was.