"I reached into the glove box and got out my burner phone and called my lover, and told him wait five more minutes and then he could leave. I use the ...urner phone to contact my lovers, that way there wasn't a trail for anyone to follow. I throw the phone away when the minutes are up, and get a new burner phone. I keep that phone hidden, so Har can't find it. I started my car up, and headed for home, and a much needed hot bath.HarI was pissed, fuck it, I think I'll go up to the cottage for the. Roni stood up, looked at him for a brief moment, then removed the hospital gown and stepped out of her shoes. I rubbed my cock again as I watched my naked wife standing next to the doctor who extended a hand, prompting her to mount the scale. He lowered the rod to touch the top of her head and then adjusted the sliding weight until the scale arm balanced.“Five-seven and one-twenty-five,” he said. “You can put your shoes on now, but no need for the gown yet. I want you to step behind the. "And are you talking about the modeling or the sex?" I asked."The modeling for sure, the other we can see how it goes," he suggested."Well at least you got the answer right. Give me your address." I did the gps directions and distance and found that it was within my range. "Okay if I leave now I can probably make it in twenty minutes, give or take ten more."The trip put me on some busy roads, which was a bit frightening, but I managed."Hello Professor," I said when he opened the door."Hello, I. They taketurns..crop..cat..crop..cat..over and over. My muffled moans and the loudsmacking of my punishment push my Mistress over the edge, bringing her toclimax quickly in a single impassioned gasp.As the whipping continues, each woman relishing each ass-reddening blow,Mistress turns my face up to hers and glances at my smeared makeup andlipstick, made sticky by her juices. She stares deeply into my eyes.I almostforget the pain."Does the whipping hurt my poor little slavegirl?" She coos.