Her hair was wrapped in a towel and another was wrapped around her breasts and middle. It just barely hid both her nipples and her pussy. I stared. "Y...u have a dozen girlfriends, Brian. Don't tell me you haven't seen any of them come out of the shower." Um ... it's not that, Nicki. It's that I've never seen you come out of the shower. Like that. With just a towel. I mean, do you want me to give you some privacy so you can get dressed?" You know what Monday was?" Um ... April third?" Mmmhmm. My. He had made passes at her almost until the day of our wedding, and I hadn’t forgotten. Of course, I was predisposed not to like him anyway, because of some things he had done while in Cuba before the war there. He had been widely suspected of ordering a massacre in a small village in the mountains that was supposedly a haven for Cuban rebels. The unit I had been with during the Spanish-American War had actually come upon this little town, and there was plenty of evidence that an atrocity of. He loved the pics of that!He made her lay out all her panties, garter belts, and other lingerie on her bed, and photograph them. There were two bras, size 36A. Then he started ordering her what to wear to work, and what to wear for Mike's visits. He enjoyed making her wear the bras.He asked if she owned a vibrator, and she denied it. He had already searched her bedroom pretty thoroughly and was confident she didn't have one. After all, why would she bother to hide it? So he sent her one,. Wincing from the pain, she rolled over and presented me her ass, taking the time to place a hand between her legs, so she could start rubbing herself.I then started to whip her ass, giving her a total of two dozen hard lashes with the riding crop, leaving her covered with welts. All the time as she was whipped, she rubbed her clit furiously. Just before her last stroke was due (about 3 or so before), she shuddered to a climax.After I finished administering her whipping, she rolled around again,.