"Carrie laughed. "I kind of thought you might think that way. Still, the fact that Caitlin and I are, well, committing i****t, that doesn't bother you..." Not a bit, my darling. You know I have an open mind when it comes to thinks sexual. I mean, as long as everyone concerned is a consenting adult. You're both such damned attractive women and if Caitlin is half as good a lover as you are, dear, then we're going to have a fucking fantastic time."Carrie laughed some more then reached up to pull Jim. Off with you."Belle rose and, with shapely breasts and bottom bouncing, hurried off to the rear of the slave quarters to prepare herself.Two hour later, Belle had been placed in an alcove in the Banqueting Hall. She stood poised like a classical statue, holding a silver urn on one shoulder. Already she was realising it was going to be quite a feat of endurance... and constantly strengthened her resolve by thinking of what Hassan would do to her if she failed.Her heart beat faster as guests. The lounge light was on, with a post-it note on the door. ‘In here first.’I walked in, on the table was a piece of paper with a printed photo on it, underneath in handwriting: ‘If you found me like this how naughty would you be?’ The photo was of Naomi asleep with a blindfold on, face down with a short nightgown on. I twitched in my trousers in anticipation. Beside the paper was an empty bottle of wine, a bottle of baby oil, and two sets of soft cuffs. My imagination went wild. My boss was. He liked doing anal after a spanking because my ass was red and because I usually cried during anal just like while being spanked. My head was down on the bed and I was quietly crying as he was fucking away on my ass.A few minutes later his parents walked back into the room. They must have thought we stopped when my ex had left the room earlier because they dont normally both him when we are in the room together. But they walked in during the anal. My ex stopped fucking but didnt leave my ass..