I noticed she seemed a little heavier than usual. I wondered where Jason, her husband was. She came in the front door. It wasn't locked, of course. We...only locked the doors when we went to bed at night. I walked over and saw she was crying. "What's the matter? Sheila? What's wrong?" "Where's Mom? Isn't she here?" "She's getting ready in her bedroom." She turned abruptly and went out of the living room and down the hall. She was calling out as she walked, "Mom, Mom." I followed her, but she went. He went behind her and ran a rope around her arms and the cross to tighten them behind her, making her tits stick out even more. He started out slowly hitting just the tips of her nipples which were still quite erect. He was using a flogger made of rubber with very thin falls resulting in quite a stinging blow. He gradually moved in and hit more and more skin, at the same time increasing the intensity. Red streaks were starting to appear on her breasts.Next, he lowered his aim until her stomach. Talia went to spin for her turn, only to discover that Amy had passed out on the couch. Since we had all already gotten some action, and since the two couples were clearly eager to retire to their bedrooms for some privacy, we decided to call it a night. Before heading up to our bedroom, Elizabeth and I made Amy as comfortable as possible on the couch, knowing that she would be feeling like absolute, hammered hell come morning. Once we were alone together, Elizabeth and I got very quiet. We. His stomach knotted but he hoped the anxiety didn't show on his face. "Di's doing great as far as I'm concerned." Good," she said, but it didn't sound good. "I'd like to talk to her if she's available." Sure." Jason walked to the front door and unlocked it. "Hey, Di! Lola from social services is here."Di walked out of the kitchen wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Her wrinkled brows posed a silent question as she looked at Jason. "Hey." Diamond, honey, can we have a little chat?" Lola asked, looking.