Michael reached down and rubbed her clit and he felt her pussy get tighter with joy. Michael continued to beat my pussy up slamming it in deeper and ...eeper making me scream in ecstasy. I didn’t care if the whole party heard me getting fucked now. Michael reached down and grabbed my bouncy tits and squeezed my nipples so hard all I could do was moan. “Get on your hands and knees now” Michael ordered. He slapped my ass hard and slammed back into me causing me to bounce right off his cock. “YES. I can guarantee you that." And she pushed past him, picked up her ruined purse, and walked over to Murphy."Give me the audio," she demanded.Murphy looked as bored as ever. "I'll get it to you tomorrow," he muttered."NOW!" she screamed. All movement stopped. All heads turned toward them.Murphy suddenly looked embarrassed. "Christ, Tompkins. No need to yell. Sure. It's in the van."Wednesday, 1:35 amIt was worse than she could have possibly imagined. Murphy had copied the audio file onto a flash. "Now, Missy, this is not fun-time. You asked to be punished and here you are, soaking my trousers. I see that we need to step things up a little. Bend over the counter." She was openly crying now as Dave told her to bend over and put her arms across the counter. He told me I'd probably have to hold her down. I grabbed her wrists and held her down as Dave took his belt off and began whipping her ass. She was screaming and crying, begging to be let up, but Dave worked her over, striping her ass. She replied that I should go into a nearby relatives room, search for lingerie/toys/porn, and ring her when I had found it.I waited until the coast was clear, she had gone out, and entered the room. On the floor were pieces of underwear, thongs, boxers, leggings. I rifled through the cupboards quickly, searching high and low for any signs of sluttiness. Then under the bed I found the bag.The bag was a leather hold-all. In it was an array of sexual aids- a black basque, stockings, a pvc bra.