He continued to stand directly in front of me. I forced myself to look away, and then I thought, why? Charlie was right, why shouldn’t he be naked. ...Here I was, sitting right in front of him, totally naked with my pussy planted in another man’s face, and I was going to pick this time to be modest. I took one more hit, and stared directly at Charlie’s impressive penis. He took it in his right hand and gave it a stroke, and it started to grow and rise. This was an interesting development. I wet. With tears streaming down her cheeks she was led by her hair to each desk where she was then subject to more verbal and written abuse. As she was being dragged past the photocopier she got stopped, told to grab the freshly printed page and read it aloud. “I’m a nasty whore who loves being abused” 2 copies were then stapled to her chest and back. Her skirt had now been lifted high to reveal her black panty covered ass. Guys lined up to kick, whip and slap her ass. Each scream met with cheers. I left him laying there as I pulled on my shirt and jeans, looking at the clock I noticed we had been at it for about thirty minutes, I went downstairs, grabbed a can of soda, and then walked to the shed to see how John was getting on. I gave him the drink and told him what a good job he was doing; I estimated he would be another thirty minutes, enough time for Tony and I to make pretence of clearing out the spare room.I ran up the stairs to hear Tony in the shower, so I started to get together. We could spend some relaxing time together, in a bed, a hot tub or whenever we wanted…and best of all, a little far from our beloved cuckold hubbies…My naughty girlfriend asked me to wear a tube top and a tight skirt, with some stilettos. When she picked me up with her car, I really looked a sexy street hooker.Of course Helena looked like me, wearing tight high boots and a very tiny mini skirt. We drove into the highway. Two hours later, Helena said we could stop any place and look for some.