Taking me down, you take a small whip and smack my pussy lips repeatedly before taking me back into the living room.The guys are still there, you tell...me to get on my knees and tell them thank you for fucking me earlier and that I am there to serve their needs for rest of the night. I get down and repeat everything you told me to say. They tell me to stand up and want to look at me. They do not feel like my ass is red enough, so they take turns bending me over their knees before blistering. "Oh darling, of courseyou can. You look adorable and those flats fight perfectly. You couldwalk for miles without them causing any issue," she tells me, clearly notabout to let off on this unusual and uncalled for punishment. "Oh, can wewalk mom?" my sister pipes up. All I can think is, 'What the fuck.' Herteasing me that morning was nothing compared to the horror of walkingoutside like this. Almost instantly my mom replied "Sure. It's niceoutside; I see no need to take the car." It was a warm. He boasted of owning one each of the over sixty models produced by Bentley since its inception last century. This was typical of the man, everything he said and did was about proving that he was richer and more powerful than the next man. I was going to enjoy my encounter with the super ego of AMF4. But this would have to wait. I was met at the front door by the terribly English butler who ushered me to the library, where I was greeted by AMF3 and the news that ‘Andy has taken the yacht out for. In the front of the room was a table with rubber models, very life-like rubber models of both men's and women's parts. I am sure I turned bright red. There were padded benches for us to sit on and in the rear of the room were actual beds! At least there are curtains that can be drawn around them. I know I do not want to be watched when I am in bed with someone.Mme Babbette began to introduce us to the models. She put them in our hands. I'm sorry to say that it was all I could do to keep from.