There was a very loud “Smack!” and the painslut slave grunted out an equally loud “Oohhaahh.” A second stroke followed a moment later and the ...lave responded with slightly more writhing and an even louder “Oohhaahh.” The third and fourth strike seemed to pump the slave’s responses higher and higher.The woman with the paddle turned to face the crowd. She stood there quietly smiling and waving slightly while the slave made pitiful noises behind her. She seemed to be waiting for something. Finally. Kind of reflexively and with a charged lust that demanded release. Pre-cum was dripping out of the end of my penis like a waterfall. Zelma’s pussy was dripping wet on entry and getting wetter by the second, wether by her juices or mine or both I will never know. I do know the bed was getting wet and wetter under her butt though.Zelma bucked up to meet my down thrust and dropped back leaving just the head of my dick inside. I followed her butt down as I was not going to be left behind and. And then there is a crash as the door bursts open. This old guy comes rushing in. "Get that dick out of my pussy!" he snarls at me."Your pussy?" I exclaim. "What do you mean, your pussy?" Because I invented it. And Spalanzani hasn't paid for it, damn him. Bounced a check off me. So I'm repossessing it."He pulls out a #3 Phillips screwdriver and sticks it right into Olympia's bellybutton. And then to my horror Olympia's entire pussy comes loose. I take off the glasses. There are connectors in. And a half-naked girl would climb out of the pool and run right at me. If it were her top, her breasts were exposed getting out of the pool and her breasts would peek out as she tried to conceal them as they ran. If it was both, she might cover her pussy with her hands, and her breasts would bounce as she ran.And running back to the pool, her ass was fully exposed, right down to an occasional glimpse of her pussy hair between her legs.Some girls, assuming it was just the others who would see.