First, she brushed on some make-up, followed by two more shades on my nose and cheekbones. Next, she reshaped my eyebrows with a pencil, darkened my ...yelashes with a small brush, finishing with some eyeliner on my eyelids. I couldn’t really see exactly how she was doing everything, although she was explaining it to me since I was facing her instead of the mirror. Finally, she began to put lipstick on my lips as she told me to watch how she moved her lips and do the same.When she was. I thought it was over, then in quick succession, thwack, thwack two stingers on the very tip. I had shut my eyes but saw a flicker of a smile on Michelle’s face as she traced the red lines on my cock. Looking out of the bay window I was grateful to find no one else appeared to have seen my shameful punishment. “Get off the table and make us all a cup of coffee.” instructed Sally. I picked up my underpants. Swish, a stinging stroke caught me across both cheeks. “Did I tell you to get dressed?. “Yes. And after today, I think you would be great at it. And we think you could do this while you got things straightened around the way you want. And Mark could come and visit. Of course, we have four hens in the house now, so he might get some variety as well.”“Four women? Who? Do I know them?”“Some you might. Elizabeth Carter, Carol Burns, and Nancy Abbot. And a new young woman named Candy. I forgot her last name. She is nineteen and cute as a bug. I was going to keep her for a fuck-toy for. Fuck."I was hard again. Molly had screamed, "I'm coming!" and I came again! Then it had become quiet. I had relaxed."Your turn."What the fuck?"Oh shit! Oh god!"Slap. Slap. Slap."God. God. God."It had started again with almost no break! It had become apparent to me that they were running a train on Molly.Slap. Slap. Slap."God. God. God." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."The pounding, moaning, and screaming had gone on for over an hour. When the slapping sound had stopped, I swore I.