I prepared to spend my days making numerous trips to supermarkets and dry cleaners, in between serving a largely ignored breakfast and a hastily scarf...d, though not unappreciated dinner. He’s not a fussy eater, our Asim. I’ll give him that.There was still the matter of the phone I had swiped. I was quite keen to listen to the recording of the meeting between Omar, Oleg and the North Koreans. Obviously both the British and American intelligence services would be interested as well, but for now. I shudder, my knees nearly buckling. “You naughty, naughty girl. You’re dripping.” I swallow down a smart ass remark. 24 from his belt, is enough. Maybe way past enough. He asks, “What do you say? What do you deserve?” “Sir, please spank me. I deserve a hard spanking for making you a list without asking you first.” His hand cracks into my left cheek. I gasp again. The smack is way, way too loud. The whole world must hear it. This both embarrasses me and makes me crazy I’d-do-anything horny. My. Jena was squirming more under Kitty’s tongue but when she looked up, she saw her husband nibbling away at those gorgeous tits. Kitty was very aroused watching this; she began to lick much more vigorously. Jena let out a load moan just as she hit a spot around her clit. She found it. Jena’s pleasure spot and now Jena was really going to get eaten. Kitty was so turned on, she stared to finger herself; purring into Jena’s cunt causing vibrations to shoot through her mouth. “Oh yes, Kitty,” Jena. Patrick’s two fingers were on my clit again. They pressed and released, pressed and released, and I humped myself back against them. Moments later I started to cry. Not really. I wasn’t really crying. But that’s what I sound like when I have the sort of orgasm that takes away all conscious thought. One of those orgasms ripped through me now. When it finally subsided and I could think clearly again I found that I was loose of my bonds. Ten minutes later, after a quick clean up, Patrick and I.