That day, Amy was the slut who was getting tortured. Ryan had tied her to a cross bar in the dungeon, blindfolded and was whipping her body. Her mouth...was stuffed with panties which were stuffed in Trudy’s pussy after Ryan and Alex had cum in her pussy. Those panties were soaked in Ryan and Alex’s cum along with Trudy’s juices. Amy’s nipples were clamped with a clip and had 5 pounds weights hanging down.She was in absolute pain and was making muffled noise. Ryan took an electric wand and. Then, when I touched the tip of my cock to her rosebud she pushed out, welcoming my cock into her body. It was something she had trained her body to do as if it was automatic and natural. This time I pushed my cock against her hole, but I only used a little force. So only part of my cockhead went in. Of course she pushed out again; I applied a bit of force and a bit more cock went in. By repeating this routine she wound up “nibbling” my cock into her ass. To me the experience was a pure delight. She must have known what I was doing, known it but enjoyingit too much to stop me. It is a paradox of a BDSM lifestyle; one learns tolove the fulfillment of frustration. And Lisa was loving every second ofit.Several times, while I was softly kissing her outer lips, Lisa wouldsuddenly raise her hips, lifting her sex and trying to bring her clitorisinto contact with my lapping tongue. Yet each time she did that I managedto avoid giving her the contact she was then clearly demanding. Time andagain. I met with Bob and told him I did not love him, that in truth I was still in love with my husband. I told him I was going to talk to Roger that night and let the cards fall where they land. I thought that Roger would be mad but after considering 20+ yrs of marriage we would be able to iron it out.Bob screamed and yelled and even started crying. He started blaming his wife because he thought she told Roger which would end our relationship. I told him he was nuts and to stay away from me. He.