I know he is very upset with me and I want very badly to make it up to him. I hear his footsteps walking toward me. I peek at him through my open legs...and see he is holding something in his hands. I shake my hair away from my eyes to get a better look. Oh no! Master is holding a bullwhip made of braided brown leather. This whip has never been used on me before. I watch as my Master raises his strong right arm. I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth to prepare for what is coming. Crack! The. All the way I was thinking of my wife being felt up and feeling the hard cock of a stranger against her. I was really hard just thinking of it.I suddenly noticed an adult theatre, so I pulled in the lot. Why are we stopping here?, my wife asked. Thought we'd take in a late show, I replied. Ok, I better buttonup then, she said. Don't bother to button honey, I said. You want me to go in like this, showing my tits?, she asked me. Its an adult theatre, I replied. So we went in, she was slightly. Her hair tied back behind her. Didn't want it to get in the way. Her clothes, what little there was of them. Cheap white knickers; if they got ripped, so what? Stockings the same. Her bra, again cheap and with the straps loose so her ample tits could easily be exposed. Most importantly, safeword issued, just in case things got out of hand.The time arrived as I left her to meet up with guys. I was to check they'd arrived and were still up for it. Kerry was free, for now, to get herself worked up. An idea popped into my head.“You take the one on the right,” I snapped.“Of course, Master.” She paused. “How?”“I don’t know. But you’re creative, Zanyia. You’ll think of something.”“And you?”“I have a dumb idea,” I said, the treemen splitting apart, navigating through the pit traps. “It probably won’t work.”“I hope it does. I would hate to have to find a new master.” Zanyia gave me a toothy grin. “Where would I find one with a cock as amazing as yours?”I grinned back at her. “You know just what.