He grinned. “You sure? You took a while to answer that…”She shook her head as her body slid closer to his. His hand was on her shoulder now and ...was helping her along. She uncrossed her legs. And his other hand went right for thigh.“I’m sure,” she said.Silver stood up and barked.“The baby’s awake,” Darion whispered to her as their lips began to touch.She smiled at that. “He’s okay.”And they kissed.“That wine,” Brooke exclaimed when she broke free for a moment. “I’m used to hard liquor, but that. He commences to rub his phallus all over my wife's titsas she again begins to struggle feebly."Now I'm going to remove that gag, but if you make one fucking peek,Frank over there is going to cut off your fag husband's cock, ok?"Frank pulls me too him and places his knife against my cock through thesheer fabric of my nylon panties, amazingly my cock actually begins totwinge and become semi-erect; I can't believe it! Joey pulls thepantyhose gag from around my wife's head; he straddles her. He came back we talked some more and had one last drink as they called time at the bar my wife was drunk but not too bad and she was flirting with Chris now big time hand on his knee and leaning into him a lot showing off her tits she had a twinkle in her eyes.The lights came on and we got our stuff together I wanted to get to the room to get the wife out of her clothes and fuck her hard which she does like after a drink or two but it went wrong when she asked Chris if he wanted to come back to. The pain seemed to spread after a few seconds. As the pain started to fade I felt the second stroke, lower down my buttocks this time. I cried out. She whipped me slowly, one stroke every ten seconds or so, my buttocks clenching slightly and then relaxing as the whip fell across them. When she had given me twenty strokes she stopped to let me catch my breath. She caressed my bottom, feeling the heat and the raised lines of the welts left by the whip. After the pain of the whipping, her hand.