It is not a finger, you can tell that, but what it is you are not sure. Suddenly it is pulled away, within a second it comes back in contact with your...opened pussy with a resounding thrash. Again and again the birch stick slaps at your pussy. Hitting your clit and causing you to scream through your still gagged mouth. Finally after about ten lashes it stops and then begins again on your breasts. The birch finding the nipples every so often and the pain rushes through your body. Yet your pussy. It seemed a game was assumed and I had no objections."You want to break?"I waved the concession to him.Mark was quite fit and not unattractive -- though with the money behind this property you'd take a good deal of abuse with the ugly stick before someone considered you even less than fair of face. He must have had interest from the girls who saw him. It was amazing that no-one had yet questioned their absence.Kyra watched me watching Mark as I turned to select a cue. She had a Mona Lisa smile. John spent thousands making his house look like the perfect fairytale place to live.As she stood, aware that the spandex covering her body also accentuated her curves, and the flat stomach she knew many women would be unduly jealous of, it occurred to her that John probably thought of her that way too. She was the perfect wife, pretty, shapely, talented. She fit the house to a tee.But, just as John spent money on the house, but used only a tiny fraction of it, he also spent money on her, and. "Lauren." My bikini lowered a little more. However, my sigh of relief turned into a gasp, as the fabric began to travel back and forth over my labia."And hers?" It's-ah-it's-ah Tina." I couldn't believe it. The fabric was stimulating me and I was getting aroused. I gazed down at my rock hard nipples poking through the thin bikini top and wished the woman was holding her hand over Tina's eyes instead of her mouth."And listen closely to this next part now Lauren, because this is very important,".