I was in a wrestling hold that I didn't want to get out of. I was being milked by my wife. I slid my hands along her waist and slowly found my way to ...er pussy. I pulled back the folds and started to rub her massive clit. All of a sudden her wanton hold on me let go. Her knees gave way and she lost her step on the shower surface. I was free and I turned around and shut off the water. I got out of the shower with her and without either of us saying a word we made our way to the bedroom. She led. " You're making me feel guilty," I whispered, "You should have woken me."She shook her head,"No, I just wanted to look at you and watch you breathing, you're beautiful."I reached for her and we kissed tenderly, she tasted of me as I must have tasted of her."Am I allowed to say that I love you?" Yes," she came into my arms, "Oh yes, yes please!" I love you."I ran both my hands down over her back onto the curves of her bottom, her cheeks were soft and pliant, her tongue a live thing in my. I was almost done with my breakfast when two girls walked down the alley, saw me, and moved to sit on either side of me. They knew who I was already. Both were quite polite when they made sure I knew their names were Maria and Nina.Is there a Pinta in their family somewhere?Both were in thin sundresses that became translucent enough to tell they both had tits big enough to be an A-cup when they finally needed to be supported. Using the place in my head, I took a quick peek to see that they went. Suffer!ﾔThe whipping began. Stroke after stroke across my thighs, my buttocks, my back... agonising strokes that had me bellowing like a bull, swinging back and forth, upside down, as if I were a rag-doll.At some point, Deema took over and the flogging continued. I fainted the first time when the girl laid the whip precisely into the V of my thighs. Across my manhood. The agony was brief, but indescribable. When I revived, the whipping was resumed, whether by Mara or Deema, I know not.They were.