"Why of course not," he answered indignantly. "Why do you ask?" Because I do and it would be uncharacteristic of you to say such words. As I learn to ...peak like you, I must learn also to not speak like me." Absolutely, absolutely." He smiled again. He was not a grinner, but more a tight-lipped smiler. I tried to imitate his smile. "Absolutely, absolutely," I parroted. Bobbie stared at me again. She looked a little frightened as if she was watching a séance that suddenly became real.We had a. I was bulging out of them, and so turned on, so aroused, I felt high. "I think they look better on you than me," he said. "Don't they feel nice?"I acknowledged by tracing the outline of my shaft with my thumb and forefinger, all the way up to the head that was still poking out the top. By now, he was really hard too, pointing right at me a mere six feet away. I was turning him on, which was turning me on. I was pretty frozen in my spot. He had to make the next move. And he did.He took two. My motion stops in hopes that his will also, but to no avail - as for the third time his belt cracks across my ass. As the sting builds, he releases me and I curl up on my side trying to hide from him. My hair falls across my face obscuring it from his view. I lie there sobbing, trying not to draw his attention as he gets up from the bed. My legs are tied open and I cannot hide from him as well as I would wish; I scoot closer to the end of the bed trying to pull myself into a ball. As I hear. “Now stand with your hands on the wall and above your head Carla, Ros tells her as she licks and kisses her ass cheeks. “This is something very special I organised for you and your man Julie,” Ros smiles as she slides Carla’s g-string down to her ankles. “Now turn around with your hands on your hips Carla.“Is that special? Does that stretch your boundaries?,” Ros asks with a huge smile as Charles and I both ogle Carla’s flaccid cock as he flaunts it for us. No pubic hair apart from just a tuft.