.. two.. three...You cry out, throwing your head back, hanging off the edge of the table your hair touching the floor.I take one more item from my bag... and return my attention to you. As you are pulling, I slip the handcuffs onto your wrists...You lift your head to see, and I kiss you again and whisper "almost there..."You gasp and sigh as I place two wooden clothespins on each of your distended nipples, leaving them to pinch you continually...I grab the desk under your shoulders and lift it. All in all I looked a..."Right fucking tart" as Frank so eloquently put it to me!The plan was for us to go shopping first, the two of them in tow, then later to head for some lunch at a local bar and see what developed from there.The guys were sporting massive stiffys already, with the anticipation of seeing me out and about like this and they were very much looking..."To enjoy the leering looks that you will get" as Bill said to me.Before setting off I needed a little dutch courage, and so. "Baby!" Phil gasped. "Like honey melting all over my cockhead!"Crouched over him, she stilled, studying the slow, suck-like workings of her vaginal mouth, gulps, which were erratically punctuated by the throbs of the plushy knob to which her vulval lips clung so squashily."Like a fish mouth!" he exclaimed.She realized that many men would not let a woman mount them in this fashion, Brian for sure, but Phil seemed to love it. They had been, she thought, like small children exploring a world. Ignoring her pleas, Jeremy swung the birch again. The onlookers watched fascinated as the birch descended again and left its painful path across her bum. However, the eyes watched not only the swing of the birch, they took in the swing of Jeremy’s prick. It was not fully hard but was semi erect and moved sensuously as his body moved to deliver each birch stroke. He brought the birch down for the third stroke, hardly hearing Shelly’s cries and pleading. His eyes saw Jim and with his wife on his.