“My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on my cell phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon, you know, my favorite.” “You�...�re my favorite too,” she stared down at her bare feet. She stood against the wall, the brick wall in her loft apartment that she had painted in fuzzy duck yellow, princess pink and majesty purple. She was injured, mentally and emotionally, literally and metaphorically. Standing against the wall made her feel safe and happy. She knew she wouldn’t falter. For a moment she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Master has stopped playing with my clit and He stands back up.As we look at each other I mouth to ask if she’s ok, and she gives me a small smile in return. We lock our little fingers together knowing that we’re there for each other during our punishments. We don’t notice that Master has picked up the paddle until he makes his first strike. We both jump together. ‘Count them out My sluts, if one is missed I will start again.’ With that. She pushes him to the back of her throat, but doesn’t gag as she leans forward, the head of his erect member slipping into the top of her throat with a small ‘pop’. Her humming stops as she pushes him deeper into her throat, but Matt’s cock is still tingling. Matt’s in heaven, dropping his hand off the edge of the couch. Her ministrations to his pulsing member have his complete attention until his fingers brush against something rubbery. He remembers her vibrator, and, glancing over, he sees it. ..or you should not be there. Besides, Kathy, his wife had a super all-over tan and the nicest breasts, large but not huge, that she carried around on her long thin legs that were well shaven, esspecially at where they met at the top. In fact we were all shaven "down there".At that point we still had not met Danny or Kathy.As I sometimes get in the hot sun around so many naked people, I was feeling a little aroused, which is actually a bit embarrassing at a nudist club. So I told Sally I was.