She took out her whip, made me stand on my knees, and started hitting me on my butt. The way she was hitting me was like she was punishing me for not ...beying her. I loved it every time she hit me with the whip. She then tied my hands with a rope and my feet together.She took her whip again and started to tickle me with it. When she brought her whip near my booby chest, she hit my left nipple hard. This time, I felt pain for real. Tears rolled down my eyes, and she was not showing mercy. She hit. But after two strokes Rosie's head jerked backwards and her whole body went into convulsions as she hit her climax. The nerves and muscles of her pussy were squeezing his cock so hard that it put Arnie over the edge and he shot huge wads of cum into Rosie's little body.She kept on pumping his cock and he kept spewing more and more cum into her. Finally he ran out of sperm, his cock began to shrink and Rosie finally rolled off Arnie and fell to the ground almost like in a trance.Marla cleaned. But she tugged him insistently and up the long walk before their childhood home they went. ‘Shhh,’ she giggled, opening the door, ‘You know Mama’s in the bottom of the bottle again.’ Sure enough, as his eyes adjusted to the interior of the house, he saw his mother passed out on the couch with a bottle of brandy wedged between her legs. She’d dropped a cigarette on to the stained rug and it had burned itself a snug little gray trench to call home. A cloistering deja vu settled in the back of. Now theyunderstand why it takes us so long to get ready to go out. They also tendto help around the house more."I said nothing.Kim felt obliged to assuage my fears. "Please give it some thought,There's no bondage. No humiliation. No Fifty Shades of Gray stuff. Justfun get-togethers with friends in the neighborhood."Lisa joined her in this plea. "We love our husbands. And they love us. Noone gets hurt. No one gets disrespected. We all in this together.Maturity. Respect. Politeness. Sure, there's.