He was only wearing boxer shorts, and I saw her eyes look down at his crotch and the outline of his cock. He reached out and filled his hands with her...pert little breasts, squeezing them roughly, watching her face."Mr. W, keep your hands off…." She started to speak."Keep my hands off what, you should have thought of that when you were stealing from me, If you don't do as I say, I will tell your parents about your stealing." he growled in a low voice and continued to lift and feel her breasts. ". “Ready for what, bitch?” screamed Andrew who was now fully sober and shaking. “Who are you calling a bitch, slut,” shouted Bettina and slapped him across the face. “Look who is about to be fucked by the biggest cock in Manhattan!”With that, she stretched on the bed, placing her head right under Andrew’s ass. The view was breathtaking. The young stud’s slender long legs were framing Thomas’s black phallus – she could not wait for the action to begin.Andrew struggled to get free but Thomas held. Each arm had two straps, one at the wrist and one at the armpit, so she was held in an upright position whether or not she fainted. Her ankles were strapped to two uprights so that her legs were held apart. That way, she could not twist her body or close her legs to protect her pussy. And that was the source of her agony.A man was swinging a wide leather strap between her legs, trying to hit her pussy with every blow. Even though he didn't hit the girl's pussy square every time, he did catch. Pushing her out the door, she turned around, kissed me and whispered "Love you". My heart fell. How could I betray my misses like this. I thought about what I was doing and went to call it off. I logged into the site which had started all the trouble and there was a message from Liz. I took a deep breath and opened it. Before me was a picture of Liz wearing nothing but lacy lingerie and heels with a comment "Looking forward to tonight x".I wish I called it off. I tried. I honestly did. But.