I check myself in the bathroom. My pussy lips were swollen and red. I was producing that sticky slick fluid again. I could smell myself. I was taking ...y nightly walk in the neighborhood that evening. The walking exercise was doing wonders for my ass and legs. They were tightening up and I was showing them off in a pair of tight cotton workout shorts. If someone looked at my crotch they could plainly see the outline of my swollen lips. A real nice camel toe. And my erect nipples were poking. My knees finally became sore, but Martin wanted to film me some more. He had more friends show up; I don't know if he called them or not, maybe they just knew to come over or something. All I know is, by the time my husband arrived after work with the chicken and beer, I was in the living room on a mattress, on my back with my legs held high over my head getting fucked so nice and hard. I noticed the screen door open and as I looked over, I saw Jim walk in, looking at me and holding the gifts. 'Jesus, Alex, Don't be a creep. Be a normal dude. Ask her to the prom.' But, of course, I knew that she was probably already going to the prom with someone else.So again I gave in to temptation. I snuck into her room, which, by the way, was a really fucking weird experience. I had never even been in a girl's room before. There were panties all over the floor, posters of bands I didn't know, and almost everything was pink or purple.I gazed around her room in search of the ultimate thing to turn. He deserved to be punished. He worshipped her and had earned his caning.Arabella simply turned her eyes toward the bench and the gimp climbed upon it, allowing the other women to strap his arms into the leather buckled restraints. This they did with slow deliberation to allow the gimp time to realise his position, grinning as they tightly secured his limbs, rendering him a helpless target for their venom. Arabella strutted over to me, smiling, and rubbed the cheeks of my arse with her cane."I.