By the count of three she'd been alone. The next day she filed for divorce.After hearing what happened Craig wanted to go find the guy and pound him s...ft. But Robin said, no, that it would only make her feel worse. She'd been right, of course, and he'd agreed. Still…Now standing outside her bedroom he took one more long look at his cousin's fantastic bottom. Then, unable to ignore the insistent urging of his aching piss-hard, he reluctantly turned away and headed for the bathroom.He'd almost. The blanket twisted and bound us together as we all struggled in laugher. The tickling stopped as Linda looked into my eyes and kissed me passionately. I returned her kiss. Soon I was aware that Frieda was next to us, watching and stroking both of our bodies. Linda turned my face to Frieda and then with her other hand she guided Frieda's lips to mine and I kissed her.It was soft and different. Frieda liked to push her tongue into my mouth. I wasn't used to that. She also liked to tilt her head. It was inclined at 45 degrees and mounted on a platformto allow the assembled crowd a clear view. The thighs of the slave werestraddled around the ladder with her ankles chained to one of the rungsproviding an obscene exposure of her cunt and ass. Her wrists were chained highabove her head to the top rung of the ladder. Her tits hung over the sides ofthe ladder. The afternoon sun beat down on her whipped body. She had beenbullwhipped since noon and had fainted once during the whipping . She. He’s going to fucking knock me out. I better get ready for a fight. I was panicking. He smirked, downed the remainder of his beer, grabbed me by the arm and said, “C’mon let’s go”.“Huh?” I replied in a strong low voice, ready to fight.“Let’s get out of here,” he retorted.“Why? Is the team headed out to another bar?” I asked innocently.“No. We’re going to head over to my apartment around the block and uh…play out whatever scene you got running through your head.”“Huh?”“I’m gonna fuck you, boy.”.