Her firm breasts were smaller than Sara’s and crowned by dark nipples that just begged to be bitten into. Her pubic hair was long and straight, but ...id not hide the folds of her sex. I did not untie her hands until we reached the bedroom. Once there I released them only to tie them in front of her. I led her to the bed where I saw the white tarp with which Sara had covered the bottom of the bed. Her husband’s scrawny legs lay on top of it, as did the bottom part of his body. He saw us. Her body was pinned against the mast which rested between her breasts. Her legs were raised off the ground, folded at the knees and her ankles were secured with a chain. She was hugging the mast tight and her hips were raised just enough so that her clit rested against the metal pole.?Perfect.?One of the men wearing old boxers came forward, holding a leather whip. He raised his arm. The others watched, drinking their beer.A whooshing sound preceded the scream. As the whip made contact with. Again her body shook and again I moved, this time my mouth settled around her clit, my tongue pressing and circling it as I sucked, I heard her cry out as yet another orgasm was forced upon her, her pussy grinding up to my face as she surged to free herself, her hands tugging at my shoulders in an effort to move me away from her.All to no avail, however, her cries fell on lust-deafened ears, her strength insufficient to affect me other than to increase the shame I felt deep inside me. Moving my. Well Susan and I hit it off and we began spending a lot of time together. Still after a month I was not getting laid, not even a blow job. One night I “broached” the subject and Susan bowed her head and began crying. She blurted out “I haven’t been with a man in ten years, I’m scared, and I just don’t know what to do with a man anymore”. Well I’m not a jerk, I really liked her and I told her take her time. After all I can screw any one of five different women every other night. All I got to do.