“See anyone else in the halls?” Jessica asked with a bite to her voice. “And I don’t mind if you see. Heck, if you’re willing I’ll drag yo... back to my home for an orgy later.”“Jessica?” I asked.“I’m mostly joking,” she said. “Although I do wonder what it would be like to have three men take me at once. However, aren’t we supposed to go to a briefing?”“Navy for me,” Jason said.“I’m guessing we are all in the navy,” I said. I resumed walking and started chanting. “We want you, we want you, we. Smack, she heard on her right cheek. "Two." Sir kept alternating between left and right. He was hitting a little harder with every flick of his wrist. Sir kept each strike at random intervals. With no discernible rhythm, Hope could not prepare for the next strike. Her butt was starting to tingle, as was her mound. Some swings had fallen across her pussy.Finally, she knew what it was. "It's a flogger."Glenn smiled, "Correct, my dear. Now let us finish your punishment. One swing for every minute. The general public looks at our marriage as a simple, low-key, nothing but ordinary type of marriage. Our offspring consider us “boring” and “too religious to have much fun”. I just smirk.I am sure some people condemn the lifestyle that I have chosen. Sharing the woman you are married to might be wrong in most eyes, but in our eyes, it is normal. I fell in love with my wife the first time I met her. She was dressed in, what I call her “work clothes”, as a Catholic Nun. Maybe it was her. He followed her, watching her unbelievable ass, as it swung in the rhythm of her steps. She picked up where she had stopped to open the door, stirring the risotto she was going to serve for dinner. He put his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, and she threw her head back and smiled. Then he put one hand on her right thigh, and slowly moved upwards, under her dress, noticing to his surprise that she was completely naked underneath. “Wow, you are.