She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head.I could barley control myself as she pulled her shorts off and stood up.I could see her big natural bo...bs and her blue stripped underwear.I could see her panties stuck to her pussy.I rubbed my rock hard cock and wished she would take more off. She puts on a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt and I cant stop looking. I see her look in my Direction and freeze .I think "oh no my wife is going to kill me . She comes out the back door and turn. Then I cut all the ends, and tied a knot in the middle. I folded the rope upon itself, and used it as a maeshift flogger. I said, to her, "How many strokes should I give you, slave?" "As many as you wish sir." She replied. "Fifty", I queriied. "a hundred" Trying to see if she was serious. Her breat was getting faster, and deeper, and she was trying to squirm as best she could, in her restricted state, looking at me with smouldering eyes. I just started to whip her tits, and lost count somewhere. I marveled at how magnificent it looked slamming into J’s wet, hot and willing cunt. “Baby,” J lustfully panted, “If I knew that sharing you with Jenn would get your cock so big and hard I would have seduced Jenn years ago!” I heard Jenny laugh over the slippery sound of my cock slamming into J and my balls slapping against her pussy. “Sweet J,” laughed Jenny, “I’m with you! We should have done this years ago! AND, we better be doing it for years to CUM!” We should invite Greg to the party next. The man nodded, acknowledging Gregg's question.Gregg went closer until the Swami held up his hand to stop. "The question is, Gillstrom, what are you going to do about the girl, Samantha? Disrespect has been shown. She has failed to know her place as a handmaiden, as dasa."Gregg realised at once the Swami was right. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten her insults and the way that she had ignored him. Sam needed to be shown the error of her ways; to be convinced of the power of the Swami..