.....CRACK!Georgina received six strokes and then it was my turn. I must admit I hadwanted this all my life so was eager for my wife/mistress to punis... me!However after the first stroke I wanted her to stop. The pain was fieryand brutal. I grunted in my bondage as my cock immediately wilted. Igrunted through five more strokes before she knelt to untie me, chucklingat the tears on my cheeks. To my surprise the burning pain stayed but itcause my cock to stiffen adding another type of pain."Now. The weather turns cool, and I start a fire in the backyard. The splinter groups notice the fire and start to migrate to the yard emptying the house. Now the cliques have rejoined and more cross-talk, jokes, and getting close to warm up begins. My wife and the girls know that there is a fire in the backyard - it's a bonfire at least 6' high. They ignore it and continue whatever it is they are talking about. More beers, wine, and other shots flow, and still we are missing the 4 girls. In my mind. PLa-.. STOP IT RIGHT NOW I'M SERIOUS!" he grimaced. Barely catching himself before using the p-word. This was no time for begging."pla what now?" she raised an eyebrow at him, twisting her finger, working it a little further inside him."gah" he gasped, straightening, 'ok ok please. Please stop OK? Stop please!'."stop please who?" she asked, her eyes gleaming greedily.Brad didn't answer, gritting his teeth in anger and humiliation. Her finger dug roughly in to the knuckle now, scraping against. "He looked at my legs, which were clad in a shimmering nice pantyhose.Actually too cold for the weather, but they looked good. "Well, you don'texactly look much like a boy. Why you dress like this at thesetemperatures we'll talk about some other time. Bernd has had a lot ofproblems." Is he like I am?" Oh, no. But he ought to tell you himself, if that's OK with you." Sure." I looked forward to being able to talk to another boy about thingsthat I couldn't discuss with anyone else."Bernd is really.