Now, try again.” As an incentive I swung the lash from side to side in my hand. Charlotte turned back to her task. She swung the paddle again with m...re force this time. Gwen flinched and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the mattress but she made no sound.“Count, bitch,” I told her, slightly raising my voice. A muffled and barely audible “one” came from somewhere buried in the mattress.“Louder next time, bitch.” I nodded at Charlotte and she struck again. The muffled “two”. I wondered how long ithad been since anyone other than her husband had seenher this way. Her legs were slightly parted and her pussy lips were alittle darker than the surrounding skin and they hungdown like they were inviting a cock to push betweenthem. I was certainly going to accept the invitation.She shaved her pubic hair all but a thin strip thatpointed the way to her cunt and she looked totallyfuckable standing there looking at the floor.“Play with your cunt.” “What do. "Yeah, we're even. So we can just both try and forget about this house and never mess with it again. Or... " He paused and lowered his voice. "... or we can keep going back and... and keep doing this in turn."Melinda gave him a small, humorless smirk. "So it would be your turn next time, huh?" Well... uh... yeah, I guess."Melinda leaned back and sighed. "I'm not sure, Jason." So you think we should just forget it?"She knew how she should reply, but she could not bring herself to do it. Even now. "Well, maybe if you didn't mind," she said. "Do you want me to tell him, that I wouldn't mind if you guys fooled around a little?" "If you want to," she said. I went out into the front room where Ken was sitting and told him, that if he played around with Louie that he would be able to get into her pants, as she'd said she wouldn't mind fucking him, if I didn't care. I told him, that he could do anything with her, whenever he wanted as I wanted him and her to start fucking again. I also told.