Every morning and every night Paige’s panties were on the counter for me to enjoy. Last night she surprised me by having Alishia’s laid out as wel.... I don’t fight success.One morning Alishia advised me and Paige she and three other lawyers had to go out of town for a week to handle a large case for one of their local clients. She wondered if Paige and I could handle being alone, offering to call her mother. We both advised her we could get along without the benefits of my mother in law. She. "I haven't whipped you yet my dear, lets see if you still like me when I'm done." "Oh man" I said. She walked over to an ash tray by the banister and put out the cigarette. She left the room for a minute and then returned without saying a word. She picked up the bullwhip from the couch and walked to across the room from me to my left. She flipped the whip out a few times to judge her distance. Then she flipped it out and let it gently fall over my ass. "Are you ready my dear?" she asked. "Ready. His cock rhythmically brushing against that spot deep inside of her, making her want to explode. DJ bent his knees for better support as he held Heather’s hips and ground against her with the same force she used against him. His balls pressed so hard against her ass he could feel it contract against him. If she continued to ride him like that, he was sure he’d loose his mind. Escalating moans came on every breath Heather let out. DJ’s hands cupping and squeezing her bouncing breasts made each. ‘You and your husband don’t get along?’ ‘Unfortunately, yes.’ She pointed to the lobby just outside the bar. ‘He’s that tall lummox over there.’ Joe Marcolina was talking with several real estate types between the Ballroom and the bar. ‘Well he’s kind of far away,’ Marty said, hoping to keep the conversation going, hoping to somehow persuade her to leave with him, possibly get her to his room. ‘I don’t care for him so much these days,’ she said, trying to make it sound off-handed but missing.