It was early morning and still I sat in my wedding gown, part drowsy as it had been a long day, but mostly drunk, exhibiting a naughtier side through ...y drunkenness, which brought laughter from both my husband and George, who exhibited an unhealthy desire for me to continually show my stocking tops.I was being titillated and turned-on by him, seduced within a short distance of our marital bed, my bridal gown remaining high on the side facing him, while my husband drink hard liqueur, I was. Almost instantly, I began perspiring and gave my zipper a little tug.Holiday cheer was poured liberally and I received the usual and expected drunken hugs (disguised gropes but some were just outright gropes). And I continued to tug on my zipper.Hubby was chatting with boys when he looked over at me and motioned toward my zipper. YIKES!!! I was unzipped to just below my nibbles. But I’m fit (5’7”, 120lbs) with perky boobs, and my sweater was form fitted so there was nothing to see, I looked. As she felt him starting to respond she decided it was time to finish before he became too aroused. He told her she could put her briefs back on and go to the bathroom which was where they had left Lindsey to clean herself up. She asked to wait for him and he allowed her to stay while he dressed.They entered the large common room together. The ladder's had been removed and along one wall Sharon spied a basic galley kitchen. Four pairs of eyes turned to her, but said nothing as the bathroom door. Hands and arms behind your back. Remain this way until you are instructed otherwise.’I heard noises, my mind attempting to be alert. I heard the draw open, felt rope around my wrists. I was not to move. I could not move. I was in knots! Suddenly, I smelled the faint scent of leather. From the corner of my eye, I saw a nine-tails flogger. I was feeling a rush of endorphines when I felt the tails slither on my back.‘Count each time my flogger caresses your skin, and thank me afterwards. Thank.