“He is, isn’t he,” the two women chime in as my man helps me sit on the high stool with my back to them. “And I like his ass,” one of the wo...en chips in.“Your glorious ass looks absolutely magnificent with you sitting on that stool,” he tells me as he licks and kisses my ass cheeks. I am watching in the mirrors and enjoying the reaction on our guests’ faces and the hold I have over them as I soak up the sexual pleasure.My exhibitionist streak is in overdrive as my man is worshipping my ass with. ??????????? ?Pleasemistress!? the redhead screamed at long last. ?Please stop mistress!? Please!? Angel begged between gasping sobs oftortured agony.??????????? GivingAngel?s ass one last lash with the taws Subgirl stopped the savage spanking.?Very good Angel, you?ve learned your first lesson as a slave,? she told thesobbing woman as she admired her bright red buttocks with both arousal andsatisfaction. ?Now it is time for me to teach you your second lesson,? the RapeMistress. Nothing’s wrong, really. Maybe I’m happy that you’re alive.” She sat up straight in her chair, and said, “I’m lying, Mike. I’m crying because it’s not fair!”“What’s not fair?” Mike asked, showing concern.“I’ve been promoted again! I’m a full colonel. I outrank you,” she wailed.Mike reached across the bed with his good right hand and took hers in it. “Congratulations, darling! I think it’s wonderful.”“And I think it stinks! It’s not fair. Mike, you’re West Point. You’ve studied this military. Elsa amused and aroused us over dinner on Saturday evening telling us about Sean and Pam, and how they’d gone on a crash course to redefine their relationship, come out of their shells, and become more in touch with a more libertine side of themselves and culture.Not surprisingly, the other girls as well as Carter who was at dinner with us urged that Elsa invite Sean and Pam to come to one of our parties – although orgy might be a slightly more accurate description of what goes on. She promised.