“So R.J.,” he said, “what do you like to do with a guy?”I was caught off guard by that. I wasn’t used to being open about sex, at least not...like that. I was used to girls wanting to beat around the bush. “O-oh I dunno,” I finally said.“I’m a bottom myself.”I nodded. “That’s cool.”“Are you a newbie?” he asked.I didn’t know what to say to that. “What do you think is a newbie?”“I dunno. Maybe ten guys or less?”“Shit,” I said, “then yeah, I guess I’m a newbie.”“With a body like that?” he. Then she floored me and said "Did you like what you saw?". I almost fainted. Lisa said that she did very much. Then my wife said "Would you like to see some more?" and Lisa simply nodded. My wife turned to me and said, "Well? Whip it out."I wasn't sure what to do. But I was very turned on. I looked at my wife and she gave me a big smile. So I dropped my short. My cock has softened but was still at half mast. She told me to come closer and as I approached she reached out and took my cock in her. It was hard to imagine how the stripes could be more evenly spaced, more precisely parallel or how the welts could be more equally raw.After the fifth stroke she stopped. The girl was sobbing, her head bowed, sweating with the strain of hanging from her shackles and the beating. Connie picked up the spiked wheel from a side table arrayed with a surprising array of steel implements that looked as though they were surgical instruments but had a very different purpose. She approached the girl who. He looked down and picked up his belt.He looked around and spotted the door through which Susan had disappeared before he crashed into the display. He tried the knob and found the door closed. "Susan!" Nothing. "Susan!" He bellowed. Not a sound from behind the closed door.He started to pound on the door. "Susan, open this door, or you will be very sorry!" He could be talking to a door. He resumed the pounding. The number of onlookers who stopped browsing in favor of the new spectacle started to.