I flashed the light half a dozen times and waited. It took around twenty minutes until I heard quite a commotion as they stormed into the den where m...m was watching T.V. She screamed briefly, then was muffled by the guys. I came running down the hallway in my underwear yelling, “Mom, are you allright? What’s going on?” One of the guys met me at the doorway to the den and punched me in the gut, pulling his punch but I made it look like it doubled me over. Then, one of the guys kicked me in. I glanced down at his crotch; his fly was open and saw it. He hadn'tbeen exaggerating about this. It was long, longer than mine and it wasquite fat.I felt empowered; even better I felt sexy!He said, "Please stroke it! I want you to and you know you want to!"He wasn't wrong about that.My sexual encounters with men had all been quickies, devoid of emotionsother than lust, and my fantasies all featured male organs attached tomute, faceless beings. But he wasn't mute or faceless, he was. Since Mara was pregnant, and close to the date for her delivery, we hadn't had sex together in nearly nine months. Actually it had been longer than nine months; and more like an entire year. Before we had flown down to Kenya in October, where we were going to meet Omar, and where he would endeavor to get my wife pregnant (rather than I), I had chosen to cease any sort of sexual intercourse with my wife, so that her pussy would be as virgin as possible for Omar to deliver his seed, and. "Sarah shivered in her bondage. The little British teenager looked so helpless. She pleaded with her eyes for me to have mercy ... for me not to whip her.But her body pleaded for something different all together.I trailed the flogger down over her mons and placed it lightly on the entrance to her sex. I slowly pulled it away, and it came back glistening.I gently placed the flogger under her nose. "It would seem your cunt likes the idea of a whipping little slave."Sarah moaned behind her gag.She.