"Let me go first," Mark hollers."No me," Tom smiles gleefully. "She's my wife." Well she is my slave, so I'll go first," Jon answers.I can't believe h...w eager they all are to smack my ass. Why?"I reserve the last slot," I hear Randy reply in a voice that sends shivers up my spine."With each whip, call out a wrong she has done you as a man," grins Jon. "There is a limit of seven lashes."I can feel my ass cheeks tighten up in anticipation as Mark swings the whip."This is for raising your daughter. She had begged him to let her come clean house on Friday after he got off work, rather than Sunday, hiding the fact that she was basically out of food. He had agreed and told her he’d leave the door unlocked as usual.Calling out as she entered, she did not hear anything, so she proceeded into the kitchen as usual. Spotting a couple of boxes, she felt a shiver of happy excitement, assuming that one held shoes and the other a new outfit. At this point, she was so hungry she did not really care. "Wow, you look amazing ... too bad they don't let you dress that way at work, huh?" The muscular man winks, as if he doesn't even see Nate there."Thanks Jeff!" Isabelle giggles like a sluttish schoolgirl. "Oh, this is my husband, Nate." Hi" He extends his hand to shake, barely moving his eyes away from the curvy blonde. "So ... got a swimsuit under that? Ready to check out the pool?" Jeff grins. "I bet you look even better in a bikini than you do in a mini-skirt."Jeff's look turn a little sly,. .............um......" I had nothing. There really wasn't one reason I could come up with that made me think it was a bad idea. I loved her company. It meant we could be together at night. If things went well with her and Emma it would be best for that AND it would mean that I would see more of Emma."OK....move in."She jumped off the bed and into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and gave me a huge hug and kiss. She jumped back down again."Oh my god! I'm moving in with you.....I.