She groaned a little, but held position. "That was much better, slave," I told her. I increased my rhythm a little, landing four strokes across her th...ighs as quickly as I could. She cried out and bounced a little from the pain, but her hands did not leave the wall. Smiling, I knew that with the next stroke, she would have no choice but to disobey. I swung my arm all the way back and brought the flogger up between her legs, landing a hard stroke right on her mound and her clit. My hand, softly. I reached over and took it in my hand. The more I stroked it, the faster he licked my clit. I was moaning louder, about to cum all over his finger, which was still pumping in and out of my hot pussy. “Oooh god Michael yes!! Uhh.. ohhh I’m gonna cum!! Oh yeah don’t stop baby!” I screamed as I got closer and closer to letting go. A few seconds later I felt those familiar waves of pleasure rush through my body as I came. I felt Michael lapping up as much of my warm pussy juices as he could. I. Jeff sat down on one bench below us, in a space that put him between Frank and I. He sat facing us with one foot in the same areas as ours and his other foot on his bench. With his leg up like that his towel loosened and I could see his inner thighs.As I stared at his legs and wondered about what lay under the towel, I felt my own equipment rise.“Tell us Bob, what have you heard about our club?” asked Frank.I turned and saw Frank lean against the bench behind us. His towel was tented. “It’s for. By now she is so cock-drunk she is literally willing to do anything I ask her to. I push her naked body onto the hard wall of the cubicle and lift one of her legs as I enter her again in a stand up position. She holds on for her dear life by putting her arms around my neck as I start fucking her mercilessly. Her pussy is so wet every time I push in I hear a wet plop over our moans. I take my left hand from her back and insert my middle finger in to her mouth. She sucks on it as if it was a mini.