The old grass mall area was now completely covered by a stage with three whipping posts. Each post was occupied by a freshly flogged male. All three...of the males were naked, and two of them now sported a big ?C? brand on their right ass cheek. The third had two ?C? brands, one on each ass cheek. There also was a sign on the top of his whipping post, ?Slave Auction, 8 PM?. Henrietta stopped to observe. Since she now controlled my movements, I had to stop, too. A few minutes later, we. We walked... I remember walking down a big hallway," she said at last, "and then we turned." A frown of confusion came over her features. "I... we turned down another hall and then we went into one of the hotel conference rooms, honey."She waited for Brad to make a comment but he refused to say anything. He concentrated on the mug of coffee as if it were the most important coffee in the world."Anyway... there was a band getting ready for... for... a party later in the evening... we could barely. Would we go to bed again? Was yesterday just an aberration? Was she attracted to me as much as I wanted her? What about her husband? My head was twirling. I paced around the living room and finally decided to go upstairs and put on some better clothes; obviously had to make a good impression on my plumber. At that ridiculous thought, I had to shake my head and laugh. About forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was Mikey, looking a lot different than when I. I want to be your dog slut whore”. She had completely forgot about her audience. All she wanted was another round with her doggy lover. Otto was up to the task. After getting herself off she again took up her position kneeling ready for him. He didn’t hesitate. A few licks of her still wet pussy and he mounted her. His aim was perfect this time and she screamed loudly as he began again to pound my wife’s welcoming love canal. “Yes baby. Like that’ Oh fuck yes like that” she squealed as he mated.