"And then the whipping began, and it hurt John Phillips to watch it. Mistress Red was dressed like a devil and acted like a devil, and sliced into the...little sissy madly, with rage. Four whips brought forth sixteen etches of blood. Then Mistress Red strode back, kissed her whip and murmured, "My whip, sissy fixer."John Phillips watched, appalled, hurting. He cried a tear. He had met eyes before the third stroke and vowed he would try to help her. Ms Orange scanned the room. All was as it should. “Oh my God! This can’t be the first time you’ve done this! I’m cumming! Oh God, I’m cumming!” I stayed at it until I felt her body relax. Looking up at her, I asked “Good?” She looked down with a big smile and said “Darlin’, that was great! Thank you!” I felt myself flush with pride. Again, everyone stood up, the husband babbled about how terrific I was (it was getting a bit cringe-inducing), handshakes were exchanged, and they slipped off down the hallway. I was adjusting my skirt and. We kissed and went our separate ways, which was ok, it had been a long tiring drive.About 2 am I awoke. I'd had a dream that had aroused me and I found my panties wet. I got up to use the only bathroom and quietly walked downstairs. When I returned, I stopped outside of George's room. The door was open a crack and there was a dim light on. The 20 watt bulb produced just enough light that I could see my love on his back, naked with his legs spread. I nearly gasped. I was frozen as I watched his. Oh well…’Sandy was bucking as fast as she could. She could feel the heat flowing from her pussy throughout her entire body and she knew a big one was coming. James closed his eyes as the first rush of orgasm hit him. His entire being was caught up between his hard cock and the soft pussy it was buried in. Sandy’s tits were bouncing so hard that they were nearly hitting her chin every time she drove herself down onto James’ hard cock. She knew she was going to cum hard and she could tell he was.