She could not see all her nakedness. But Terry was the mirror of herself. Lash and lash. They were made one by the whip.They felt each other’s strok...s rather than their own.Long afterwards they hung. A whipping was a thing of ritual. It had its prelude and its epilogue. The striped and blood flecked bodies of the girls hung from their cords long after the lash was done. Amity left them to their pain and to their thoughts. No doubt custom believed they would vow never to transgress again. They. “Three, four, five,” I counted in quick succession striking her bum in the same place each time. A small squeak escaped her lips. I walked back to the front and looked into her eyes again. She was shaking with fear and holding her breath. It swelled her chest out and made her look irresistible. Tears were freely running down her face, more out of fear than pain.I said, “This is your first and last warning purely because that was an accident. Don’t let it happen again.”She let out a sigh. Laura got over her in a 69 and lowered her pussy onto Felicity's waiting tongue while continuing to lick her wet pussy. Meanwhile John and I stood beside the bed watching them and stroking each others cock. It wasn't long before Laura's pussy was as wet as Felicity's and motioning her to move off the bed, John got back between Felicity's legs and slid his hard cock back into her now dripping wet, hot pussy and began to fuck her hard. I bent Laura over the bed where she sucked on Felicity's tits. " "But it wasn't last August. That's why you left home." "That's right, last August it wasn't a mutual fantasy. Last August it was just Jeanne's fantasy, a fantasy that didn't include me." "But that changed when you met Amy and Mel. Amy and Mel showed you that it could be your fantasy too." "No, it changed when Jeanne flew to San Francisco to meet me. In San Francisco Jeanne made it clear that she wanted me to be part of her fantasy. She wanted her fantasy to be our fantasy. Amy and Mel showed.