I realized that sleep just wasn't coming. But it didn't mean that I couldn't come myself.I reached in my bedside drawer and pulled it out. Long and th...ck, made out of pliable rubber and very well used ... after I had picked it up at this boutique in town. It vibrated at three different speeds and I knew every one of them. I needed it right now ... so I pulled my panties down and spread my legs so I could start by fondling myself with my hand, sliding them along the seam of my pussy. Teasing my. It was obvious that Lindsey Cotton was naked underneath the silky nighty and she was quite lovely with medium-sized breasts firmly held underneath, her nipples prominent and on display."Well, I certainly haven't ever been greeted at the door in more lovely fashion, Lindsey, thank you," he told her and went inside."Everything's ready, Paul, including your hostess," she laughed as he followed her back to her kitchen and breakfast nook.She poured them coffee then told him, "Jason has asked me to. I was helpless in that position, and both Rachel and Denise knew it. You could tell by their faces that I was in trouble.Denise first took a whip and started on my cock and balls. Slowly at first but then I could see her anger come out.She yelled "Take that Bill", which was her husband's name, and she kept hitting and hitting my cock and balls until the pain was excruciating. She then took a small rest and started whipping my ass with the same vigor and enthusiasm. I was sore all over. Finally. How could that have not been obvious to him after everything I’d put up with, after all the times I came back to try again. Here, now, I pull him into a closet and lock the door. I get on my knees and unfasten his tuxedo pants, struggling to reach the zipper under his ridiculous purple cummerbund. By this time the mother of the bride has gotten wind of what’s happening and she’s enlisted the help of the maid of honor to batter the goddamn door down before it’s too late. I smile to myself. My.