“Okay, I’ll do it.” She got up and opened one of the seats; then she planted herself across it. Briefly I felt sorry for her; it wasn’t entire...y nice to whip such a well-rounded behind. But BDSM wasn’t for the most part about being "nice.”I pulled her panties from her ankles and left them on the floor. Then I took my belt off and gave her a hard swipe across both cheeks. She yelled something and banged her white high heels against the floor. Now she had an even stripe across the earlier damage.. After a few minutes Sharon crouched down and lifted up Donna's skirt, in fact Donna held it up, and then I could see what exactly was happening. She was rubbing my wife and then she licked up and down the front of her knickers. With a quick look outside again, Sharon peeled her panties down to just above her knee and started to lick her.It didn't take long for my wife to open her thighs so Sharon had more access, I could see her licking and fingering her and Donna was writhing around holding. The cold fury that was evident in his face made the tailor reconsider his actions. With an expression that showed regret and envy, he pushed Willow towards the door. Page was right behind.As Willow and Page passed Carl, he did not look at them. He was wholly focused on the thin weasel behind the glass door. Just as Page got past Carl, she realized that the anger on his face was not a part of any act. But once the girls were past him and safe, Carl banked his feelings and returned to playing a. "It isn't normally our custom, but that isn't to say it's never done. It certainly doesn't bother me and after all we are your guests."And speaking about custom," he continued. "I want to beg your pardon right up front for any indiscretion I might make. Makro here is the true diplomat and I'm sure would be the first to confirm that I am little more than a muscle-bound barbarian when it comes to matters of state. I usually do best when left in the background growling and grunting while the smart.