Arching my back as I felt her fingers slide down over my stomach, fingertips teasing the smattering of red curls covering my mound.“Don’t you dare...go and fuck any rock stars,” she giggled as her finger slipped between my folds and caressed my slit.“Why don’t you come with me. We can have a cheeky mid-week night out on expenses.”“On a school night? You must be joking.”And with that, she left the room, sucking her finger and waving bye bye to head downstairs for a night of correcting Year 12. John and the others moved around her body, running their hands all over her. They admired her taut muscles, her breasts, raised by her uplifted arms, her back and buttocks taut from being tensed. They swung her round so her back was to the mirror and John then used a light whip on her back, working his way down to her buttocks. After a while of this he changed back to his crop and used the crop on Sue's buttocks so he could direct the blows more accurately until once again, her struggles began. I asked what should I do. Then she replied I don’t know but its a terrific pain in my full body. Then being a masseur I thought its good to do massage. So I told her to lie back. She asked is there any other option. I said this time I don’t find any other option. She said do whatever but please get rid of this pain. Then I replied just trust me and lie back. She lied back.I unpinned the saree which was covering her tummy and waist and pulled the saree little down and slowly sided her hair from. He slid close to her and his arm fell over her. ‘Hey, baby…’ Rod pulled her closer to him. ‘I’m sorry about how I acted earlier. I shouldn’t have been pissed. How about a little loving?’ His hand slid down and he gripped Lise’s breast roughly. Usually, even when Rod was mean to her, his touch excited Lise. She was surprise that, this time, all she felt was a surge of anger. She wanted to tell her husband to let her alone, but she knew she didn’t dare do that. Not when he was trying to be nice..