It was interesting to me but I had never participated. Johnson asked if it would be a problem if they played some to start with. I said no problem and...Katrina took Johnson's cock and led him to the St.Andrews' cross. She secured him to it by wrist cuffs I had not noticed when I shook his hand. Katrine secured his legs and smacked his ass playfully with her hand. She went over to a rack and pulled a flogger with long black leather lashes from it's place. She flung it about in figure eights in. .Samantha," I sniffed."Of course I did," she smiled while pushing the hair out of my eyes. "That's your name now. I didn't have time to tell you that before, but now that you know the truth, you can accept what has happened to you and move on." I'LL NEVER ACCEPT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME!" I screamed out in a hysterical, high-pitch tone. "NEVER! Do you understand?" I started crying again."I hear you, but I don't believe you," she replied while reasserting her position. "We'll help you, Samantha.. Be careful!" Pamela warned, turning to the coffee pot."I will," Margot agreed, "but he's the front-runner around here, by a good distance! I've kept him at arm's length this long, but I don't know how much longer I can do it. Better get used to him."Pamela nodded. Margot would do as she wished - but a black? She might as well tattoo 'SLUT' across her forehead! Vern was a nice enough fellow, but outsiders wouldn't know that... The rationalization petered out while she added creamer to her. As my hard-on strained against my boxers, it nestled between the cheeks of Lacey’s tush, protected by little more than her panties. Her nightgown must have ridden up as she scooted up against me. I managed to move back a little, scooting, just enough that I wasn’t touching her with it. My erection withered gradually, and Lacey had never had any idea.So, there I sat on my bed, the tent in my slacks going away. As soon as I felt sure that I was under control, I went back to their room. My.