We must have kept this going at an easy pace for about half an hour, all the while being regaled with tales of Pam’s experiences with Yankee soldier... while she was engaged and George was away at war. There wasn’t much she hadn’t done during that time including sharing occasionally with her mum and certainly doing the odd double as we were now. Then George came home.We heard him coming, full of the joys of life and Pam was unconcerned. She’d just had about her sixth orgasm and she convinced. Then I quickly pulled my panties off and closed my robe up again."Have you done it?" asked Anne."Yes," I stumbled."No you haven't have you Mary. You're lying to me, I can tell from your voice. Now one more chance!" Okay, okay", I said, "I have taken them off but I'm still holding them. If I put them on the table and my husband or son walk in how on earth will I explain it." The risk is the fun Mary", Anne said gently, "Now put them on the table for me."I was under Anne's spell and beginning to. Let’s get those pants off mister so I can throw it into the wash. Seriously, Cliff. You shouldn’t drink so much water before bed.”My face has turned scarlet at that point as I took off my boxers. Mom takes the dirty fifth and cringes at it, saying, “Oh good heavens.”Mom’s face fixates on my exposed penis and then my boxers, and she sniffs, “This does not smell healthy Cliff. I think we better call Dr. Hollis about this.”“It happens from time to time. My… thing sort of lets that out every once. Before she could get into trouble she raised it up again and stepped closer to the bound Trenka. She brought it down again. This time the whip found it’s mark, the bl**dy buttocks of Trenka. The girl flinched in pain. Jennifer set about flogging the slave maid, bringing the whip down on poor Trenka again and again. Trenka vomited again, the foul smelling liquid dripping from her nose, accompinaed by spewing as she tried to clear her nasal passages to breath. After many, many lashes Jennifer.