We'd then take things from there.Once again, I found myself quite aroused just thinking about it, as I discovered moments later, so was Susan."Are you...as wet as I am?" Susan asked whispering to me just seconds before the waitress showed up with our Chef Salads. Unable to answer her of course at the moment, she sought the answer out herself in her own way, causing me to jump in surprise, eliciting a questioning eyebrow from our waitress when I did."Sorry ... hiccups," I told her grinning. "Don't stop on my account queer. As long as you blow him once in a while I don't get pestered to take his nasty cock in my mouth." " Don't look so shocked he told me he was getting sucked on the side by a fag and I couldn't care less. Better that than him running around after some cunt."With that she sat in the easy chair on the other side of the room and turned on the tv. Jim asked her how she came to be home so early and she said the bar had been really quiet so the boss had sent her and a. I am not going to flog the skin off her..." You're going to whip her?" Indeed I am, but artfully. You would do well to watch closely." Wow."Chantelle seemed to change and rise an inch or two taller as the double doors were opened before us by two muscular guys in black t-shirts with a big red "DF" on the front. Each wore communicators on their heads. I was ready to stick my fingers in my ears in case I was hit with the driving rhythms I heard last time I was shown this room, but orchestra music. He than tied my arms tight – spread over my head to the far end of the table legs, than he tied each ankle to each of the other legs. There I was, naked, arms pulled tight over my head and legs spread unable to move. Since it was Sunday, you could hear neighbors working in their backyards, cutting lawns and such. My husband now informed me that since I had been so nasty that I was going to get 5 swats across my ass with a belt – this was moving punishment up a notch, because in the past he.