You are going to show me what a trashy, nasty tramp you really are," I spat, turning the remote attached to the vibe to it's highest setting. She tens...d immediately, visibly fighting the rush of sensation as the vibrator hit her clit directly.Stepping back, I pulled out the whip I had coiled into the bag, and began working over her breasts and stomach slowly, with little flips of the wrist. She jumped and writhed with the kiss of each flick, struggling, almost dancing on the tips of her toes,. It had resumed when she'd rejoined me in this odd disembodied form, and I found myself missing it."Hey, sweetheart, everything OK?" I asked while I was taking my first couple of sips of the surprisingly good coffee; the place sure didn't stint on that." ... I guess," she said.That woke me up the rest of the way fast. "Which means everything's not OK," I observed. "All right, honey, talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours." It isn't!" she burst out. "A pretty head, I. Maggie loved our setup. I loved watching her undress with my wife. It was blouse for blouse, bra for bra, and skirt for skirt. They let me remove their damp panties.My wife kissed Maggie and got her just as hot as she had been in the kitchen. I thrust my cock into her willing hole and pumped her softly, apparently too softly, because she begged me to fuck her harder. I had been excited too long to stretch it out much longer and when I erupted inside her it was powerful.My wife jumped in and. I just couldn’t tell without trying it, could I?The bell announced the break, and I went out, this time looking for Sampo rather than Fiona. I couldn’t help keeping track of her anyway, and I noticed she wasn’t with her usual clique. Instead, she went everywhere, talking to different little groups. I doubted I would have been welcome to tag along anyway.I made my way to Sampo, and though I had made light of it before, finding it amusing, I still felt anxious about talking to him. My knees were.