This large house is a parsonage for the church and Mary’s father is the minister. Scott and I were directed to the back bedroom. We were given the h...ll bathroom while she took the one in her parent’s master bedroom. It took three trips between the two of us to bring everything in. By the time we organized things, it was past 11 PM. Towels had been placed on the bed and Scott handed me the pink set. He added a little smirk and I playfully slapped him with the wash cloth. He asked if I wanted to. I've never actually been in such an elaborately done room. A room that had only one purpose. This room was dedicated to Domination, submission, pain and of course, pleasure.My high heels clicked loudly on the stone floor as I was led to the far wall where a selection of whips were hanging. They stopped me in front of the whips and Junior said, "Would you prefer pain or pleasure today?"I felt a chill run up my spine and it wasn't because I was standing there naked. The room temperature was. Soon, I was out of pennies. My husband looked over at me, a big grin on his face. All the guys were grinning.“OK,” I said with a smile, what do I have to do?”“Just show us your tits,” said Buck.“Naw,” said James, “we’ve already seen some tits. Let’s see some ass.”My eyes widened. My face reddened as I stood and turned around. I pulled my shorts to my ankles, bending over. My panties followed, and I knew that the men were seeing, not just my ass, but my pussy between my legs.The card game was. I would wreck my bicycle at the rate I was going. I stopped at a familiar spot in a wooded area with a bench. “This bench and I have history,” I thought to myself, grinning. I parked my bike and as my leg swung over the side, it hit me hard. The top ball moved just enough to press my soft, g-spot just right to send another mind-melting orgasm through me. I gripped the back of the bench and knelt on the seat, cumming hard, soaking my leggings even more. If anyone passed me, they would probably.