Emma and Lisa both sat on the sofa next to each other. They both started to get to know each other, talking about Ralph and small talking for about 2 ...hours."I can't believe your going out with Ralph! You're Gorgeous," Emma joked.Lisa giggled, "so are you!". "Do you mind if erm..." Emma continued, "if I ask you something?" Her tone was serious.Lisa leant forward towards Emma, "sure, ask me anything."Emma looked down at Lisa's breasts and back up to her face. "Are they fake?" she asked.Lisa. I don't..." Marily stuttered, suddenly angry with herself for her own stupidity. She had never been so embarrassed in her life."I understand, Marily. There is a first time for everything. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt. Let's sit down." She took Marily's arm and guided her to a chair in the dining room. "Look," she said, sitting her beautiful self onto a straight-backed chair, "I understand that I'm to be instrumental in helping your husband to join. Tell me what he's like."Marily's. There wereno attempts to hide the blatant stares from the men and women in theroom. Given his outfit, he was certain that they all felt that he wasencouraging such looks.The remarks grew cruder and the physical contact increased too. Georgefound more hands around his hips, pats on his hip, while some touchedhis back, rubbing his bra straps through the dress. Despite hismortification over the touches, he was more horrified by his arousal atbeing treated that way.'You're not supposed to like. He had a wooden bristle brush that he used on my ass. It stung like crazy. He then spread my legs and put one leg under his so I was really held down. He whipped my ass til it was raw. Then he smacked my cunt with the brush and the pain was horrible. "Little whores get rough punishment" he yelled at me. After a few whacks on my cunt he put down the brush and rubbed my sore ass and cunt. "Ready for more?" he screamed. He then reached down and picked up an instrument that i did not know what it.