My real torment began as my wife played with Mitch's hard cock and he fingered her wet pussy. The cabin was filled with the sounds of her wet juicy pu...sy but I was not permitted to join. I lay beside them feeling the heat from their bodies as they kissed and got into a 69 beside me, physically making contact with me. My cock strained to no success. My wife got on top of Mitch and rode him until he rolled her over and then did her missionary style. I watched as his big balls slapped against her. He felt her tremble in anticipation as he gently blew on her pussy, he knew that she wanted him now, but he wasn't going to give in yet. He could hear her breathing heavily and the gasps she let out as his tongue traveled from her thighs towards her sweet hole. But he always stopped, just before his tongue would get to her pussy, he pulled out. She couldn't hold it any more, his teasing had made her entire pussy sensitive to everything, her own juices dripping out was enough to make her. Both girls chatted for sometime but then they must have dropped off to sleep for suddenly the door of the cell was opened and Brona was dragged out."Time for your morning spanking," a Nun said as she pulled Brona over her knee on a bench outside the cell and began to get to work on the already sore and red coloured bottom over her lap.Freydis could see this and she could also see the expression of satisfaction on the Nun's face."You are to receive a spanking four times a day for three weeks at. I want you to do whatever I say, and let me do whatever I want to you, OK?” she asked. “Um, OK, Franny. I can do that. I like the sound of it,” she replied. “Good,” Francine said. “Let’s dry off. I need you to go to my car and get the bag that is in my back seat. Bring it to me.” “OK, I will get it,” Sandy answered. “Oh, and one more thing, pet; you will call me Miss or Mistress tonight, understood?” Francine asked. “Yes, Miss,” Sandy answered. For some reason, that made her pussy.