I was running out of small talk when a taxi arrived, naturally I offered the roulette girl the taxi, which she took. She gave me back my jacket and sm...led, as she got in, I could see site of her stocking tops and the perfect shape of her backside. She said ‘The Mandeville’ to the driver. Without thinking I said, that’s where I am staying, the roulette girl said lets share then. Once sat in the taxi the roulettes girls seat belt was pulling the neckline of her dress to one side revealing her. So, as you may imagine we continued to exchange emails on a regular basis. Soon Elizabeth revealed that she was a very respectable married lady, but she did harbour a secret fetish – one that she had first thought of as a school girl. She had an urge to show men her underwear. Elizabeth found the idea of flashing her knickers erotic and arousing. Up until our encounter at The White Swan, Elizabeth had managed to resist the temptation, but there was something about the intimate atmosphere on. “Please Ona, anything. I’ll do any.”“To whip Maria.” She cut in. “Ask me very nicely, beg me. To whip her until I get to the count of ten.”Maria could see it in my eyes… the hunger. I looked directly into her eyes as I started begging, begging like a slut for Ona to hurt Maria. Ona began counting from ten back down to one, each lash was harder than the last, bringing her arm fully back for maximum force. Maria was truly suffering as Ona reached five. My body was shaking, the chastity cage. Not the spurting of a great hard orgasm but the slow pulsating running of cream from my cock. The kind of gentle orgasm that relieves some of the pressure in your balls but is not as satisfying as it should have been.My cock was still hard, but no longer aching. There was a dull feeling in my cock, my cock not hurting but still wanting the intense feel of a hand, pussy or mouth to fulfill it's mission.Rita dropped her whip, climbing aboard me to let my hard erection slide through the opening in.