.I felt my blood oozing from my damaged pussy it dripped from the pussy lock slowly he took some more pictures of his handiwork then got up and went t... another cabinet he came back with a spray can it was Bactine a spray to prevent infection and he sprayed it liberally on my tits and all over my pussy as the medicine cleansed the wounds it burned like fire I bucked and squirmed in my ropes as the torment continued until finally it stopped he came and took the gag from my mouth I breathed. “What you gonna do now, when you get home?” she asked.“I dunno,” I said, “I guess just look for a job and live at home for a while, if they’ll let me.”“Think they will?” she asked.“Yeah ... my mom will be okay with it ... my dad will, if I get a job and act like I’m trying to make it on my own...”“Good,” she said. She sighed, and sat back. “My dad don’t act like he likes me any more. I think he couldn’t wait for me to get out here and out of his hair.”“I’m sorry...” I said, not really knowing. Judith’s bottom was sore, she could not deny that but within her blossomed a height of arousal she had never before experienced. She momentarily recalled an article she had read in a spanking magazine about a young woman who despite finding the pain of a caning almost unbearable claimed to prefer being caned to having sex. The shock of the first few cane strokes she had received seemed now almost a distant memory and with both mind and body in harmony Judith was ready for the rest of her. Carla sighed and she looked at me in my eyes. My wife dropped to her knees and stuck out her wet tongue.She opened up a bit Carla’s thighs and began to lick up her insides.Carla gasped and moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, the girl was moaning that she was close to cum.Anita kept licking that sweet pussy, to make her get a nice climax.I knelt behind my wife and pulled her skirt up her waist. I then pushed her panties aside and rubbed my cockhead up and down her wet slit. Anita stopped.