The question had elicited a response."Sure, if they make you that wet, you can drink as much as you want"I kissed her on the cheek."Ok, well...maybe I... will."I ran my fingers up her thigh and against her pussy lips, rubbing them. "You want me to come with you, or do you want to get a drink alone?"She turned over and looked me in the eye, at that moment we understood each other perfectly. She wanted to fuck that guy and I wanted her to do it. She smiled and kissed me, rubbing my cock as she. I have to admit I was lil turned on by all her agreements and couldn't help but wonder what she would say about adding an other nice cock to the mix. We've talked about it and she always down played that sh might be interested. So I asked her,"How would ya like to feel another mans body, lips and arms wrapped around you?" I was expecting another "yeah whatever response!". But she looked away, towards the window and said nothing. I could tell she was more than just slightly interested. She was. "Thwak!" Wendy's body jerked involuntarily, the first time Marcus' wooden paddle hit her squarely in the buttocks. "Ouch!" Wendy cried. After a brief pause, Marcus brought down the paddle once more, with even greater force. "I do believe I am forgetting to hear the proper gratitude from my slave, when I discipline her!" Thank you, Master!" whimpered the slave girl, as her wrists made the heavy chains shake. "That's better," Marcus said softly. He then proceeded to slap both ass cheeks steadily,. Getting out there and running is not as effective as partnering up with somebody. But, when I run, I run… you keep up or stay behind.” She looked at me for a few moments, her eyes never leaving mine, “is that a challenge?” she asked. “Why would it be? I am a man, you’re a woman. Our strides differ, our physical strengths differ, that’s all,” I state before taking a sip of wine. The next morning we lay in, just enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies after our romantic night out. At some.