When we arrived at the Mall, I went to my favorite men’s store. Vicki was going to shop at a few different stores, but I figured her last stop would...be at DD’s Boutique, that’s her favorite store, and mine too. Being a typical guy, I finished my shopping before my wife did. I bought a white button-down short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sand colored shorts. I figured if Vicki loved the way my cock felt in my black linen shorts, she’d love these. In fact, the store clerk who picked out the shorts. I learned that he required her to use his internet to find other bitches for him and also to start whoring herself for him. Apparently he still didn’t feel she was bringing him enough money.She was successful on both accounts. She regularly began whoring for him. But there were certain rules.1. No enjoying herself, no touching herself and no cumming. She was there to please and service other Men, and she should concentrate only on that. She hadn’t come since before she met him, and didn’t. I made no effort to cover up my indecent posture, I was, after-all, technically in heat.I raised my camera once again as his hand openly caressed her swollen breast, dipping deeply between them and cupping one, the last button on her mid blouse strained and the tell-tail sign of her nipples hardening, under the thin cotton blouse, 'This will make a good one', flashed through my mind, as my finger pressed down on the camera button, bathing them both in the luminescent glow of the flash,. I wonder if I could have provoked more punishments from that professor? I wonder what it would have felt like getting my bare bottom whipped with a punishment strap? A thick strap made of supple leather. I can see myself in the gym, tied over a gym horse, with my bare ass in the air. The professor rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. He spits into his hands. He picks up the strap. The leather explodes across my ass, a cracking smack bounces off the gym walls, like a pistol shot. I scream with my.