What a control she has over us. I remain completely silent and do not know if I should speak, but then I remember I am not allowed to speak. I see bet...een my legs how Chantal gets up and positions herself behind me. She places the cane against my ass and measures the correct distance and then I hear a whoosh and I feel something burn into my flesh. Before I can recover completely I feel the next and I am so weak I start crying. My wife does not care and continues my punishment and delivers. So I went into my bathroom and began to strip my clothes off. I was wearing a pink tank top with a white bra, which were the first to go. Then I took off my white shorts and my new vicky secret thong. There I was, closed up in my bathroom with a very wet pussy and no one to fuck it. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for my best friend so could not call him. I figured I would step out of the bathroom really fast and grad this new dildo that a really good friend brought over for jokes one. Suddenly Harold asked Anita: “What about to start things off with a blowjob…?” My sensual wife did not even hesitate…She slipped out from her chair and onto her knees in front of him. Harold undid his belt while her hands ran up and down his now hardening bulge. Anita reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Then she rubbed his cock through his underwear.Then a big veiny black cock popped out of his lap; it was bigger than I had expected. Ana instantly put her mouth on it, taking him just. I kissed her hard on the lips. She showed no resistance, but didn’t respond either. I did not mind – a lesson for another day.“Right Vicki, you have your blond friend here to thank for this next bit and I am going to be kind to you. If you thank blondie here for pouring boiling oil into your ass, then I will allow you to scream, swear and shout what you like without being punished. So, what do you say”“Thank you Master” she said.“Don’t thank me” I replied.Vicki turned to the blond, clearly.