Then that enticing swimmers-v, guided my gaze to the bulge in your pants. You kissed me again, licking my lips teasingly while trying to unclasp my br.... You laughed while you struggled, your breath warming my neck. Once I was free of my bra you leaned back, enjoying my 38B’s. You smiled a satisfied smile and leaned forward again, only this time, your kisses landed on my neck, my weak spot. My breath got caught in my throat, only to escape as a sigh of pleasure as you kneaded one of my breasts. "Have some kettle corn!"Jennifer glanced quizzically at Dave but, at his urging, took the bag and opened it. She scooped a few kernels out of the top of the bag."Have some more!" Dave urged again.Still looking a little puzzled, Jennifer thrust her hand deeper into the bag. Dave could see the unsaid "huh?" in her face as she first brushed, then grabbed and extracted a box wrapped in purple paper. She sank back onto the couch."Hmmm. Must be like Cracker Jack. Why don't you open it up?" Dave. ‘Attach the slut’s wrists to the hanging chains’ my Mistress said ‘now fit the spreader bar to her ankles’ the chains were cranked up so I was almost on tip-toe, my legs wide apart.The guys then sat, some on the sofa and the rest on the edge of the bed. Mistress took up her suede flogger and swished it through the air. Then the first blow fell on my arse, stinging but I knew this was just the beginning.Then another, and another…I could feel my arse burning. Her attention moved to my back, one. "Yes, a compliment. Greg said he loved my breasts and that I had the confidence to go without a bra."I looked at Pat's tits. The thin sweater did show them off well. Even better, Pat's nipples were pushing against it."And what else did Greg say?" I asked.Pat told me he didn't say much else, except he wanted to come inside. Greg didn't want his wife, Amanda, catching them alone."She is a prude," Pat told me. "And she isn't very sexual. Greg misses out on a lot of sex because she won't open her.