Jam hasn’t seen it before.”“I’m wearing my red dress. I think Roger will like it.”“He will.”She left and I went into the bathroom to tak... a quick shower. I dried off and applied perfume and then dressed. I came out to sit ten minutes before time to meet the others.A moment or two later, Angela came out to sit with me, ready to go. We sat together, me on a love seat and she in an easy chair. A few minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door. I said, “Come in.”It was Jam. “Thank you.” He. Where I am and what I'm doing."Exquis. Je suis très heureux." Janelle says to the mystery shoes."Very well, then. Très bien." the voice says.The shoes walk away.Janelle kisses me softly on the mouth. "Ce ne sont pas au bon endroit. Je me excuse."I don't know what just happened. I am sure I'm about to be escorted out of the store.Janelle dresses quickly, and asks me to zip up her dress. I do so silently. She checks herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she turns to. If you made too much of a fuss, we’d just have to take her from you.” *SMACKSMACKSMACK* Three consecutive claps on my ass cheeks that sounded like gunshots and felt like hot lava. My creamy white ass cheeks turned pink with Rodney’s hand prints. “Remember, she belongs to the boys now. Her words, not mine. Tell him, Nina.”“I belong to the boys, babe,” I said, as my moist pussy started to drip. We got up, and I led everyone upstairs. My husband followed behind. My skirt was still up from when. .. She screamed horrible as the thick rubber fan belt cut into her pale white flesh, drawing blood...It was clear from the first lash that the man whipping her was especially targetting her exposed genitals, hitting the tender spot between her legs with sickening precision...She was bellowing like a wounded a****l, while her torturers were laughing at her ...The scene made me gasp and sick to my stomach... To see this done to another human being, let alone my sweet and demure mother...But.