Mistress moved to my side even asGwen began flogging my crotch with the same upward stroke that Mistresshad used earlier. The flogger curled around m... crotch and impacted thefront with a thud. Though the armor I was wearing in the form of thepussy panties made direct contact impossible, the pulse-thud was felt tothe core. As Gwen continued that stroke, she added a side to side withthe other flogger striking first one cheek then the other in a thud-stingrhythm.Mistress reached for my nipple. And so I sat at the end of his bed, pinching and tugging on my nipples as I watched him stroke his cock. I’d come into the room that morning with a strict set of rules I was going to follow. I wasn’t going to touch him. This was going to be the last day I helped him.And I certainly wasn’t going to touch myself ... not after where that had led the previous night.I didn’t trust myself. Not with such a big, magnificent, beautiful cock.Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.I’d expected to feel nothing but. "Mary felt no more surprise at Patrick's callous laziness than at the look of self satisfaction shining on his face. Her stomach turned again. The man was incredible. The mention of food, however, did pull Mary's attention away from her matrimonial misfortunes. She hadn't eaten a thing since leaving Baker's Field yesterday morning. Whether or not she could keep food in her stomach once it got there remained to be seen. She pushed herself to her feet and looked around the wash bottom."I don't. You ... Stacy, me ... David, it just sort of, sort of happened for some reason I guess." Maybe. But I think there's more to it than that," I pressed, standing up looking out the open-aired area of the gazebo back towards the main island though there was no hint of anyone approaching us yet, turning around facing her again, though standing only a few feet away from my sister now. "I know for a fact, ever since that day I walked in on you and caught you masturbating, that things were never really.