We’re all about to get our pussies whipped for failing to make our ‘fuckin’ quota’ last month. How about you two? I see you’re not numbered ...et. Why are you here???We’re here to explain to the Judge that our arrest in Lesbonia was a mistake,? I say.?Silly bitch,? another of the whores says. ?This is Whore’s Court. You’re not brought here to prove your guilt or innocence. You’re brought here to be pussy whipped. They’ve probably already determined that you’re both escaped slaves from Lesbonia.. I’ll take you right up to gangplank. May I ask you something? What exactly is a ‘Tea Party’? Is this a Revolution era reenactment?’ They both laughed at my naivety. ‘No, silly man! Do you know what a ‘Tea Dance’ is?’ ‘Not really, Wayne. Is that like a late afternoon party. Something from an earlier era, like Victorian or something?’ ‘In our circles, a ‘Tea Dance’ is often held in the Spring or Summer, usually in the late afternoon or evening but they have them at all hours now. It’s a good. Derek and Diane sat in the upper bowl to watch the game. He was less interested in the play on the ice compared to playing with Diane. Hands were free to explore warm flesh and she couldn’t keep any secrets from him, telling Derek that she and Alex had fucked yesterday.“Thank you for telling me. I know that you and the family are very sexually active and I enjoy being part of the sexy fun. I won’t ask you to stop having sex with other men and would like you to tell me about them fucking you,”. "And for all your bluster, you are missing him as well, aren't you?"Katie sighed and looked away. "Yeah, maybe. But things would have to be different. I don't want to tie up my husband and whip him until his butt bleeds. He has to understand that. And I definitely ain't doing what's on the videos and..." I know," Matthew said calmly. "But talk to him, try and find some common ground, agree on some ground rules."Katie looked out of the window, tapping her spoon on her cup and then pointed it at.