She still loves living on the edge and impulsively doing things to shock everyone’s senses.Just recently I was sitting in the den reading, and Sally... was parading around the house in her usual sleepwear. Sally likes to sleep in one of my old cotton V-neck T-shirt that barely covers the silk panties she wears to bed each night. The t-shirt came down to just below her hips, but if she were to bend over it would raise up high enough to expose her shapely bottom.Our two small dogs started to bark,. Looking around for the birthday girl, I found Bren looking at me, smiling with that I-know-you-had-fun type of smile and Tricia just hanging out with some of the other girls sunbathing. Then I found Barb, surrounded by five or six guys all trying to get her attention. She locked eyes with me and winked. I felt a sudden rush of blood to a familiar part of my anatomy.As the party worn on, partygoers started to leave and the night started to die down. I hung out on the pool deck enjoying the warm. I can cover for you, after all I have a cop for a husband, and yours won’t dare come around here, if he knows what is good for him.”I thanked her and after she left I spent the rest of the day thinking about whom I could go visit. After all I do have a few friends like that; I usually turned them down because I didn’t do one on one in respect for hubby, but then again he isn’t around to complain. One such person is a man I’ll call, Dave. We’ve been friends for him for over six years. Although. "SLAP"Listen closely little slut." He leaned down over her and brought his mouth close to her ear. Calling her that turned her on and he knew it. "Here are the rules: I am going to fuck you, however I like, for as long as I like, and you-"He punctuated his words with resounding slaps from the crop:"You. Are not. To make. A sound. There will be no moaning in pleasure."SLAP"No begging me to go faster or harder, like the needy little whore you are."SLAP"And no squeaking or squirming."SLAP"You are.