They must have been admiring their handiwork.Then I heard it.I recognized the swish of the horse whip before it landed.I screamed, but the gag was goi...g it's job. They all laughed and seemed to take turns whipping me.Every now and then a hand would smack my ass, or probe my pussy or ass."Damn! This bitch really wants this, check how fucking wet she is!"I started hearing zippers. I lost count.Suddenly, a dick was shoved into my pussy. I was so wet that it went in very easily. Someone was. Then she positions behind me and removes the corsage. She massages them and it feels like she is presenting them. We move to the other side of the bench. There I lose my thong and she fondles my pussy, which is becoming lightly wet.I have to sit down on the bench and she gets on her knees and fixes my legs. Then I feel her tongue on my clit. I have to lie down, so my head lies on the other side of the bench. Now she fixes my arms at the side of the bench and two belts over my body fix me. “You got to give your Number One spouse all the credit,” Gordy responded.“‘Number one spouse’? Who could manage more?”“‘Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same.’ Oscar Wilde said,” Henry offered.A waiter had been filling tine cups with sake. Rachel lifted hers and said: “Kampai!“ and drank it down. She was echoed around the table.“I trust everyone knows my birthday isn’t for another week or so,” Patrick remarked.“I remember it very well,” his father responded. “But you insisted. Anna still hooded winced as thesyringe was stabbed into her left upper arm.??Now take her down to the basement cell, and I will be there shortly?Anna was manhandled down two flights, along acorridor and into a cold room. The door closed behind her. She was by nowfrantic with fear, sweat dripping off her clammy arms and hands.All her possessions had been taken from her,the watch, silver pendant, wallet and worse than all else, a piece of paperbearing a scribbled number given to her by a friend.