Lieutenant Ruth was dressed in the standard ringmaster blue outfit and her giant box of tricks were awaiting ominously for the losers of the matches.B...ridget, the stout strong girl was up first and had selected Chrissie, the gaoler with short brown hair. On the face of it, it seemed an impossible match – Chrissie was far shorter and weaker than Bridget, but both were feisty and headstrong. The match quickly descended into an acrimonious farce with Chrissie and Bridget trading blows and not. .." Now, Sarah," Harry interrupted. "I think you'll look good in the pillory. You ought to oblige the Emir."Sarah still looked uncomfortable but agreed and walked across to it. She was about to lift the bar that would lock her head and wrists in place when the Emir stopped her."Say, what's your name, why don't you take that jacket off, give us all a better view." Sarah looked across at Harry but if she was expecting him to intervene she was disappointed. He just nodded. The blouse she was. He played the recording on his television. I pleaded him to delete the recordings. I knew it was not going to happen as i wished. He told me to take my clothes off. I requested him not to do all that again. He stood up and spanked on my face and told me to remove all my clothes off. In order to get the recordings deleted, i took my clothes off with the hope that all this would end with it. He removed all his clothes except for his boxers and socks and sat on the chair. I was standing all naked. My cock was throbbing as I snuck past the bathroom door. I went back into the guest bedroom where my wife was sleeping and closed the door. I whipped my cock out and started masturbating over my wifes sleeping face. I could hear her sister getting ready to go in the other room. The front door opened and closed. She had left. I looked out the window with my dick in my hand and pumped it, as she pulled out of the driveway hoping she would see me. Back into her bedroom I went. I could not find her.