Her pussy was dripping and throbbing due to denied orgasm. Her ass was already whipped and spanked. She was sweating profusely, making her glisten due... to the sweat. She was looking like a perfect sex slave submitting to her owner.I grabbed a marker pen from the bag. I rubbed the sweat off her sore tits. I wrote ‘Master’s slave’ over her tits. I wrote ‘Cum dump’ on her belly with an arrow pointing to her pussy. I then grabbed a couple of clamps from my bag, and I slapped her tits and pulled her. ‘Did I say you could move cunt?’ ‘No’ I gasped in response. Another two quick strikes from the flogger without any slowing on the attack on my exposed pussy informed me of her displeasure and I blurted out ‘No Miss’ . That was met by three quick strikes . I gasped again and quickly modified my answer to ‘No Mistress’. The speed and power of next next four strikes made me forget the pleasure her other hand was providing. ‘No Mistress Marsha, you did not allow your cunt to move!’ I howled in. Sterling Hornher's right hand came up off the bed where it had rested. He was kneeling back on his haunches, on the bed within a foot of his wife's presented backside. Jack finally noticed that his Mother's hands had been tied behind her back as she presented her ass to her husband. She was tripoded on her knees and head, which she kept buried in her pillow, as if to divorce herself from the activity.Jack stared in disbelief at his parents.Sterling Hornher's left hand rested on the bottom of. "Hang on, Pam, I'll be right back!"Unnoticed by anyone else, I quickly slipped beneath the table. The long tablecloth draped over and hid me from the rest of the room. Only Pam knew I was under the table. Only Pam would care, shortly. That also was part of the plan. I suspected it was now part of her plan, too. She had to know I was up to something. When my lips kissed her knee, I think she knew what I meant, when I'd told her to hang on. Her skin tasted sweet, as I slowly licked a circle on.