Spank her hard... Spank her hard."Emma was smiling at the crowd and was enjoying her position of authority over the two women who she knew were nearly...forty-years her senior. Well that didn't matter at all, she told herself, as she was the victim and had the final say on their punishments. Well almost the final say as there was an adjudicator who could stop an excessive punishment but they always allowed quite some leeway. Emma rubbed Sarah's bottom with her open palm. The punishment she had. She tugged at my shorts. “Why don’t you take this off,” she said. When I didn’t move, she sat up and stripped them off. She cuddled next to me and continued caressing my cock. I looked at her sad brown eyes, the wrinkles at the corners dark in the light from a bedside lamp. I thought she was the last woman I would want to fuck, but my cock had a different idea. I felt it swelling under her gentle touch. She kissed me then and it wasn’t too bad. She pulled the nightie over her head and I looked. She took his hand and, with a bashful smile, accompanied him to a spot away from the crowd. As for the rest of us; well, let's just say that we made sure that there were large quantities of other bodily fluids exchanged the rest of that afternoon, along with the expenditure of huge amounts of sexual energy.At about seven, I got Master Frank's attention and whispered to him. He grinned wickedly and nodded. Turning to his wife and slave, he said, "Slave Cheryl, I know we seem to be having pizza a. I glanced around the room and noticed the small printed card placed carefully upon what was obviously now my pillow. I picked the card up, "You are cordially invited to a dinner party at 20:00 prompt in the great hall-dress code - Underwear"I was more intrigued now and to be honest a little turned on, i slipped my cock out of my trousers, almost fully hard I began to stroke it in front of the full length mirror, turned on by the sight of my now fully extended cock, I stroked faster. With that.