They get punished my wife replied.Even your wife agrees my key holder told me. Then she chastised me as she began slapping my balls. At first I felt I...was able to tolerate the ball slapping but it took only a few slaps to let me know this was not a good time for me. I’m glad I was gagged because it allowed me to scream and cry in the gag as she slapped my balls. I was being punished by my key holder and my wife sat back and watched it all happen.When my key holder tired, my wife and her left. What many didn't see behind the camera was the constant flirting between Justin and I. The touching. The rubbing against each other's bodies. What message was he sending me anyway? My winter ended with a sour note. I returned home to New York the evening they took the winner to dinner. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't be in the same vicinity as he was without feeling stupid by the way he made me feel. He belittled me. Turning on the computer, I decided to vent at some random chat room. Of. She didn't look nearly as tired as she felt. They arrived precisely on time. It was a smaller party than she had expected, two middle aged women and a girl perhaps in her early twenties. The girl and one of the women shared a strong family resemblance, both being petite blondes. Perhaps the bride and the mother? The other woman was taller, a brunette with a lithe aristocratic figure. The brunette was wearing a long red dress while the two blondes were wearing shorter grey dresses which showed. "Mostexpectant mothers at eight month carry a little more weight in their facethan you, but nowadays many woman keep up such heavy workouts, you fitright in."There are about a dozen couples, everyone a little nervous, but Stephaniegets everyone relaxed and comfortable. We see a short film and Stephanieleads us in a number of mind/ body exercises. Breathing and relaxingand then -to my delight- Stephanie has all the men give their partnersneck, massages, back rubs and when the foot massage.