She didn't sit, but stood as if on something, but there was nothing below her feet.Missy grinned at the audience, "You know you're seeing something th...t can't be real, don't you? Why are they up in the air? Do you want to see more, how about one of you?"The crowd was all atwitter until a man from near the back rose from his table, still in his chair, and was brought to the stage and lowered next to Missy. "Oh, he is cute, isn't he? I'm no dummy; I only get the cute ones." She turned to the man. The question was how—wife or Vice President. I decided wife would be less complicated. Talking directly, I fumbled my way through the introduction. Foolish of me, but I am proud of my spouse. The older of the two nodded, as if this cleared up an inconsistency. Normally a Japanese person of importance talks through subordinates. In family matters, this pattern is often reversed. The younger man was startled. The charitable view is that he assumed Sheila was an employee of such low status that. I was doing pretty good until she got to the riding crops. "Watch how you can use this," Jane said. Then she flicked it between my legs. Although I could hardly move, it made me move about. So now not only was my bottom being spanked, but my penis and balls were also being played with. My wife also had fun with the crops. Jane demonstrated most of the spanking implements on me and then she got to the canes. Jane had already given us a cane for an anniversary present, so I was hoping. I cried, drooled around his hard shaft and gagged like hell while he verbally abused me and got rock hard…all 12 inches of it. He seemed massive. While fucking my face he also told me what he was going to do to me; with an occasional good hard slap to my burning cheeks. There were a few more playful face-slaps in there, some hard forcing of his cock while I continued crying and trying to breathe through my snotty nose.It had stopped being fun and I was damned glad I was getting paid for it!Once.