Melina saw what Louise was wearing and, inadvertently, looked toward the one-way glass. I knew should have kept her out of here.Louise had on panties ...hat were but a thin strip of cloth adorning the lips of her pussy and wrapping it in a cute little package made all the more prominent by the fluff of its hair, its deep crease, and a prominent mount that the panties didn't cover. The cloth of her top was smooth; at least it would have been if not for the nipples of her cute breasts that swayed. Was it true that large hands meant a large dick? His skin was the color of a creamy caramel latte. Everyday I thought about how I loved whipped cream with my latte, and how I would enjoy licking that whipped cream off his rock hard stomach. The thought almost brought my tongue out to seductively lick my lips, but I always stopped myself, afraid of what others on the bus would think of me. Most of these people, after all, worked in corporate America. They were only concerned with getting to work. It does give the mind time to dwell on the situation. I knew that his bright ideas for a session would soon be revealed.On his return I was led out of the cell and was told that I was to receive 50 strokes of the strap because he thoght I needed it and he wanted me to have a good thrashing for his pleasure. Before this I was to be fitted with a slave harness. This was put over my head and the steel ring at the bottom was passed over my balls and cock. Then I was bent over and a butt plug. He should say former pal as they were not exactly seeing eye-to-eye these days. He told Chad that he would get bored of fucking Reina eventually and Chad told him to fuck off. Poor pussy-whipped son of a bitch! He’d realize sooner or later that his old buddy, Clarence, was right. Of course, Chad would marry his little slut and she would eventually stop putting out like his wife had, then Chad would be back in the game. In the meantime, he didn’t need Chad or his little office whore. He had his.