”The Servant shuffled over to the table and picked up a studded wooden paddle which he obsequiously presented to his Mistress.“Well hold this,” ...anda said irritably, holding the bullwhip out. ‘And assume the position.”The Servant took the whip and meekly bent over. Mistress Wanda gave his buttocks one mighty thwack, eliciting a moan that ended with a prolonged ‘Ooh... ‘“That was a rather camp ebullition,” said Wanda, arching an eyebrow as they exchanged whip and paddle.“Go and tidy yourself up.. “Ow!” she cried.I stopped what I was doing. “Are you okay?”“Yeah… It just hurt all of a sudden.”“Where?”“Here.” She pointed to her outer thigh area, close to where I was massaging her. I couldn’t see it behind the towel but I had a good idea what she was referring to.“Numb and tingling feeling?”“Yes.”“Your job… Does it involve long hours standing about and waiting on your boss and equally long hours hunched over a desk?”“How did you know that?”“Just an educated guess. I think you might have. What turns you on so much about it?”She thought for a few seconds and said, “You’ve always been a good and considerate lover, and I love your thick cock, but it was amazing how those stories described the emotions and feelings of the wives letting other men into their bedrooms, the way they enjoyed taking bigger cocks, and how they felt about their husbands being open to it, and even sucking the other men’s cocks.”Megan paused for a moment, and personalized her response as she continued, “I. I came up behind her and knelt down pushing my face and tongue into her ass and pussy. I could taste the wetness and new that she was already very turned on. I lapped away at her and could hear her breathing heavily as she let out a small whimper and orgasmed on my tongue and face. The sweet juices of her pussy running down my chin.I stood up and she turned around and kissed me, saying that she loved the taste of her own pussy juice especially from my mouth. I felt her tongue enter my mouth.