Joan helped her sit down on the ottoman, and explained that she was going to introduce Libby to some of the other guests. She then instructed Libby to...be silent when meeting people. I looked behind me and discovered a short line of men and women waiting to meet her. The first man wore a tux shirt and tie but no trousers. He stepped forward with his cock in one hand. With the other hand he grasped the hair on the back of Libby's head and pushed his cock into her mouth. Libby willingly opened her. The last prompt asked for an implement and I picked the horse whip, it came back asking to confirm my choices and I pushed yes. Well it was too late to go back now, the machine started to change shape to accommodate the bigger area to swing the horse whip, leather straps sprung out from the platform to secure me into place, a gag was stuffed into my mouth and lastly it spread my legs wide apart so the whip could find every little spot. I finally realized what was happening but was no longer. Once more he varied the depth and frequency of the thrusts, once more building a steady rhythm. The leather of the saddle, now warmed by her body heat and the friction of her writhing began to feel greasy from her sweat as she neared orgasm and, as she came, she screamed out - first for God, but then simply a succession of meaningless noises and snarls as she lost control totally, juices gushing from inside her.Still the man continued to thrust into her, his strokes now becoming quicker and. There are so many things I love about my wife, I don't know where to begin.The softness of her skin. Her full breasts pressed against me. Her warmth around my cock. The tenderness of her touch.Neither of us spoke. I built a steady rhythm, intent of giving her a deep, satisfying orgasm.I felt her hands reach around and pull my ass towards her. She squeezed me with her pussy, sending a tingle up and down my spine."Cum inside me," she whispered in my ear. "Cum all over me, now."Melinda arched her.