Its my own fault for being a horny little sissy slut now i know why god put me in a mans body well my friend was having a dress up party girls was dre...ssed as men and men was dressed as girls well me being the slut that i so crave to be i decided to put my red and black bra and thongs plus my garter and black fishnet stockings on then i got my short mini skirt out which ad loverly ripples going down then my black thight top from morgan then i rushed to my wardrope got my thigh high boots whith. They had at least missed the fluid lines for sure. I felt like I might be missing some feedback circuitry but nothing vital.The farm, I came to understand, was doing an automatic monitoring program. Their satellite feedback told them when something went seriously wrong, otherwise they had to ask for updates, the number of which I think they had drastically reduced.Nonetheless I was sure they would have everything ready to do the needed repairs. They certainly knew what I needed better than I. She is soaping me in good, playing with my cock and balls. Hubby grabs the regular soap bar and runs it down my back, eventually even between my legs were he meets wifeys hands.I am standing there and eventually have to hold on to the shower walls, no wonder, this is very hot. Wifey then tells me to relax and just enjoy. Boy, I am ready to explode already!Now they are kissing and nibbling on each other, while their hands are running between my legs and around my hips. Suddenly I notice that. The whip snapped again. This time on the inside of the other thigh. He flinched, but did not cry out again."Ahhhhh...being stubborn, my love?" she queried.With that, the whip cracked like a shot over the very tip of his cock. He screamed in agony as the gorged, over-sensitive head was struck. Having gotten her satisfaction of finally hearing him scream, she took the small cuff key from inside the coat. It was on a small chain around her neck, dangling between her breasts. She slipped the key.