Then the first stroke flicked across my slit and the sensation was incredible. Did she realise what a turn on this was?Six times she flicked the strap...between my thighs, striking my swollen lips and sending electric pulses through my body. I shuddered when it stopped and cried out so it would look as though I’d suffered. In reality I wanted more!The rest was a bit of a blur, I stood and watched as she caned Mike before giving him another six strokes of the strap on his throbbing cock. Then it. You know there will be hell to pay when you get up, so you try to hold onto those last few precious moments of silence. You know as soon as you open your eyes the hangover will hit and then she will start yelling again...A faint smell registers with your semi conscious brain. It's a female smell. Perfume or body wash, you're not really sure which. The one thing you do know is that it's not any scent your wife would wear. She's into floral scents, this is more tropical. It reminds you of the. He saw her close her eyes submissively as he dominated her with his dick, rubbing himself on her and forcing her into absolute submission before him. But he was not finished satisfying himself on her tits. Leaving her face, he straddled her chest and placed his quickly hardening cock between her tits. He placed his knees on her shoulders and used his thighs and hands to smother his dick with her boobs. Now he began to ride her, titty-fucking himself on her beautiful cleavage. Just. I am getting sick of it.Grace and I go over to Julia’s place. It’s hard to see her. It’s before she gets pregnant with her rape baby. That is two years from now. We started dating when her son was learning to crawl.I am curled up on the couch with Grace, Julia’s best friend. As much as I want to hold Grace, I want to hold Julia even more. I remember the last time I saw Julia; her son was in university, and she was crying because she caught her husband cheating again.I loved her son, like life.