Finally the stinging was over and I stood and rubbed my bum, while Mike watched my tits bounce around. Mrs. Martin said, “I think we’ll give Mike...his first punishment next then give Angie her second set after.” This was agreed. “Mike take off your clothes,” said Mrs. Scott. He got down to his underpants and I could see Mike was trying to hide the bulge. He glanced up to see Mrs. Scott tapping the cane impatiently and he slipped off his pants to reveal a full hard on. Now I don’t know what. " I then realized that I couldsee my image on the large screen over Troy's shoulder, as he pounded myhole with his large thick meat. The camera angle shifted and I saw thepoint of entry as his large black cock drove in and out of my tight whiteass. My ass started to spasm and I felt my body shake as one of the mostintense feelings I had had rolled over me and I tried to pull Troy deeperinside me. "Fuck that." I said. "I don't care how I got here, just don'tstop asshole, FUCK ME. YOU started. Now I couldn't. Well, I guess I could find someone else but the difference in our lifestyles would always create problems. As I mentioned to Janet, my life doesn't lend itself to companionship. At the time it was an off-handed statement. Only now did I recognize the truth in what I'd said.I know the obvious suggestion was to reconnect with Linda Federici. That's not what I wanted. I wanted someone who didn't fit the profile of a Syndicate Wife. I wanted to be with a woman to whom my world was. That was the end of the conversation, I assumed. But there was one piece of unfinished business.“Did we bring any clothes along?” I asked. “I need a shirt.”“No, you don’t,” Sara said. They exchanged glances in the rear-view mirror. “But here’s a bottle of water.”I guzzled it down and I know I smiled for what seemed like the first time in four months. I opened the window to allow in some dry, desert heat – and threw up the sparse contents of my stomach. Sara never even slowed down.We finally.