Then Kitty told me to get some K-Y and rub my wife’s clit until she came back.About fifteen minutes later Kitty came back in. I watched as she washe... her mother’s whole crotch area, then she used alcohol and iodine to sterilize the area. Next I watched as Kitty carefully pushed a needle through the hood of her mother’s clit. I held my wife down to keep her from thrashing about. I watched Kitty poke a ring through the pierced hole and close the ends. She said that it was a special ring and that. “You fucking slut,” you hiss as you crack the strands of the flogger over my abused back. You know this harsh treatment will refuel my lust for you. I grunt like an animal as I beat my cock in my palm to the time of your rhythmic flogging of my back. Smack, smack, smack! The sound is almost lost in the wind, as are my pathetic cries of pain. My body is starting to shake with the exertion you are putting me through combined with the chill of the blustery air. You notice my discomfort and. She packed a simple lunch, a cold beef sandwich, an apple and some biscuits and poured some hot tea into her little silver flask. She'd skip the wine today. All was set and out the door she went.She grabbed her straw hat on her way out and tied the dark green ribbons under her chin. She walked to the shed and was stunned to see the lock bolted onto the door handles. "That bastard!"She was so angry now, she walked about the place looking for a hammer, an axe, anything! She couldn't find anything. Grabbing a towel and a bar of soap, I walked into my bathroom, thanking the Lord that I didn’t have to share a shower with the other 30 guys on the floor. As I was under the showerhead, I couldn’t help but think of Erin. My God, those eyes, looking up at me when she fell, and her touch of my arm before she departed. I found myself imagining her being there with me, soap lathering on her perfect tits.Reaching down, I massaged her right boob, hearing her moan ever so slightly like she was.