I just stood there with my mouth open, realizing that I was still wearing Beatrice’s pastel blue silk panties, which were now covered in cum. “Ver... cute,” she said, “You’d better change out of those and come back to bed.” Beatrice turned around and left the bathroom while I took off her panties and made a feeble attempt to wipe off cum with some tissues. Realizing that the damage was already done and that they should be washed, I tossed them into the laundry hamper. I still hadn’t come to terms. “Talking to yourself?” came a voice from the shadows. As I turned my head towards the sound, the reason for my ill-advised presence here emerged before me.“Mr. Smith?” I asked, stupidly. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked, equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A slight, maybe even scrawny figure, this man of mystery wore an oversized hooded. Most of all I tried to appear sane while she contemplated the value of a butterfly net at that moment. “It’s not what you think, flogging can be very sensual,” I said in a dignified voice, picking my words carefully in this minefield I’d led us both into. I squirmed a little in my seat, my bruised arse singing out a happy song of cherished pain. Fine lines do not exist for those who choose to see in black and white; Sally dealt in rainbows, so I determined not to abandon ship. . He gently squeezed and plucked at her nipple with his finger and thumb. He leaned down and took the nipple of the other breast between his lips and sucked it until it was so hard he thought it might pop. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and kissed all around her breast, making sure that both breasts got equal attention. Mark kissed Marsha’s lips and lit his tongue slip between her lips to play tag with her tongue. He kissed and fondled her bringing up her arousal state until she was.