I also knew that somehow Joan had, for lack of a better word, processed her into being a slut. Whatever I was going to do to get Julie back to some se...mblance of what we had before was going to require time and solitude. Just the two of us. I had begun to formulate a plan and needed to start to make it come together. Part of the plan was getting out and away from Joan and company. I called up a friend who lived about two blocks away. I talked him into renting me an SUV, something along the lines. His hand actually shook with excitement as he worked the largest butt plug he could find into her worthless ass. After stripping out of his own clothes, he started to practice with the light flogger before taking it to the slut’s skin. Dawn could hear Charlie giving John pointers and the dull thud of the flogger as he repeatedly hit the couch to get it just right. Charlie checked her cunt and, as expected, she was already staining the bed sheets with her dripping pussy juice. As he put his wet. We exchange amatuar clips we found on line and then discussed them. It was and activity we both enjoyed. We cherished the few hours our wives would leave the house so we could cam and jerkoff. Once in a blue moon, they would both be out and we could strip and slow stroke our day away. The weather broke and the day we met the temp rose to a wonderful sixty five degrees. We parked, he came to me and we sat exchanging small talk. We were much more relaxed and the conversation went slowly to. Betty asked Kathy if we had went dancing and she said no. I don't dance, I have two left feet and each is connected to a broken leg. Gene said he didn't dance either, so all that left was Betty and Kathy. Betty asked Kathy if she wanted to dance and after a little time she agreed. Betty put on a stack of records and her and Kathy started dancing. The stack contained all types of music from the 60's. It wasn't hard to tell that Kathy was getting completely bombed. With every slow song that came.