Katrina sat with rapt attention looking like a slightly smaller, but identical, version of her mother. She had exactly the same build and the same dar... hair - cropped just below the ears. They both had the same cute but unobtrusive breasts with surprisingly dark nipples. Both had trimmed their pussy hair to the same quarter inch strip that ran down in a straight line right into their vaginal cleft. Both of them also had a mass of intricately folded pussy lip bulging out of that cleft - like. Another slap of leather caught me right across my abdomen and as I looked down I could see a vivid and vicious looking red stripe appearing worse than the first one and my reaction was to try and double up with the pain, but the restraining straps were doing their job and I was literally hanging in front of my tormentor. Mike leaned forward and gripped my jaw hard in his grip "is this good enough for you madam" he said mockingly...am I bastard enough?” I looked deep into his eyes and taunted. "Dan turned her so that she was facing away from him and, before she knew what he was doing, he unzipped her dress and slipped his hands inside the dress as if looking for a wire. He moved his hands over her bra covered tits and then held her against him while he used the other hand to check for a wire between her legs. She gasped as his fingers brushed her clit. She hadn't worn panties.He pushed her away. She reached as if to zip her dress up and he barked to leave it and ordered her to sit. “Alice, this isn’t good, not healthy at all. You need to get help, and I’m getting that for you. Come with me. We’ll get you some help. Don’t make me get the cops and have you thrown into the drunk tank, okay?” Roger insisted, Alice still trying to kiss him as he led her into the car.“You could take me back, you know. I’d be a better wife to you this time, I swear, Roger, baby!” Alice protested.“No, that ship has sailed, Alice. Besides, I have three concubines now, and one of them at least is.