The sound of skin slapping together. Sharron's guttural cries, somehow even deeper and more a****listic than normal. She had always been vocal in bed ...but this...this was a whole new level. Hearing those sounds coming from my bedroom, my stomach dropped, sweat beaded on my forehead and, I'm embarrassed to admit, my cock stiffened in my pants. I felt nauseous, but aroused. My hands shook as I grabbed the banister and began to climb the stairs.Our bedroom was at the end of the hall, the open door. He just continued knowing that soon she would be dripping. Hehad made it a rule in the beginning that there was no cumming until after wrestling.So for two hours He would torment her body. After what seemed like forevershe felt His hand slip down her tummy. She longed for this touch but also dreadedbecause He would bring her to the edge and keep going even though she was notallowed. But He would just keep going and then He would punish her for doingso. Mark flipped up the shirt exposing her. I was caught, and so I told him that I met some friends and we had some fun, and now I was going to head on home. He was very polite, and said that they had all been very horny this afternoon after seeing me jog by them, and they were all hoping to see me again. He said some of the guys (I believe most of these guys) had never seen a naked women before, and that I was so close with my wet cloths. He than asked very softly if they could get a better look at my breasts – By now I was getting. She tugged at my leash and we followed Arabella's pencil skirt clad bottom as it flexed and wiggled provocatively as she strode toward the cellar. I was taken down the steps to the floor of the cellar without further ceremony, and then made to kneel next to my glorious new owner in the middle of a semi-circle of grinning, mature, obviously dominant women; they sneered and flexed canes and crops as Blanche's face grew sterner and pulled my head up tight by the leash. She wanted me to take in.