She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I ...as itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not doing so.After the 10th stroke she gave me an 11th, 12th, 13th it just went on and on until after she had counted to twenty she stopped and laughed at me for innocently believing that she would give me only the 10 strokes she had initially said.Then the whip followed. The first. I do look at her, but I am a little bit hesitating because my wife is sitting next to me. In fact she has her hand on my lap even at the height of my crotch. I have to pay attention that I am not getting an erection. I am wondering what would be the cause of the erection? Linda who is holding her hand close to my crotch or my flirting sister in law, Amanda, who saw me naked this morning?A little bit tipsy by the wine we go to the living room to watch television. Amanda sits on one couch. My. I counted out fifty conches, two hundred and seventy shells, one hundred each of pinches and quids. I left Mark the one hundred pinches and quids and added to that twenty shells. He was to use the money to run the farm and to buy whatever supplies they needed. He couldn’t thank me enough. He took us out to one of the building and showed us the weapons that the brothers had stored there.“I have had some training with the bow and the use of a short sword.” Barbara said to me.We spent the next. As I looked at the mirror, it was sort of like watching a movie, yet at the same time, the undeniable sensation of his cock driving into me made it clear this was real life. I threw my head back and howled, as I orgasmed, which seemed to spur him onto newer heights of passion and enthusiasm. That night he slept in my bed, and I couldn't resist playing with his cock, loving how hard he got, and how his cum leaked onto my hand. To avoid getting too much on the sheets, I spent a lot of the night.