And then an odd thing happened: my buttocks became increasingly numb to the blows and the stinging, burning-like-fire sensation disappeared, leaving a...heat which seemed to burn most brightly… between my legs.I thought about the different ways I was being a ‘bad girl’. A cheating whore of a wife; an adulterous slut with a cum-filled cunt. The dirty words seemed to help.“Harder, Harry. I deserve it.”Harry stopped for a moment to chuckle and maybe wipe his brow. “You dirty little bitch. You’re. Johnson was already eating at the table, she made me sit and served me dinner, green salad, and raw veggies. Mr. Johnson was eating a steak, she saw me look and said us girls must learn to watch our figures. We ate in almost total silence as they both watched me eat. I looked out the window and realized I was no longer in the city. There were trees and a barn outside. As we finished dinner, Mr. Johnson went into the living room. Cindy, I mean Mommy, told me to help with the dishes, she handed. You once again flood my mouth with your sweet pussy juices. "Fuck me." you tell me. "Not yet." I go out the room and return a few minutes laterI tease you body again with my mouth. “Lick my pussy make mu cum” you pantI begin to tongue your pussy again. My tongue is probing every inch of your pussy and clitoris. You can feel something strange in my mouth and ask me what it is. “This” I laugh. I turn my tiggler on and poke my tongue out. “Oh my god what is that?” you ask.“This is my Tiggler. . Or so we thought.“Have you 2 been fucking?” Karen loudly asked.I went bright red and said,“No.”“You have. Why else would you blush like that?” Karen quickly came back.“Hey everyone, this little skeleton has been boning her boyfriend on the sofa.” Karen announced to the world.A couple of people started clapping and everyone turned and looked at me (and Ryan). I was still bottomless and I felt so embarrassed.Fortunately everyone lost interest quite quickly and went back to whatever they were.