"I think it's time John," Shelly said, "Cubicle or whipping rail?"John looked around, there was hardly anyone in. It was too early for a crowd, there ...were two private cubicles with doors and locks and two semi private without doors but no one was using the whipping rail, right in the middle of the vaulted dungeon section well almost the middle it was slightly to one side of where the stairs came down from the shop, a rail adjustable in height which girls, or boys could bend over to be whipped,. She said that he had done so when he was very small, but could so now also. My son bent down and started sucking her nipples. When all were hot again, we all went down on the floor. My wife lay on her back and my son mounted her. I wanted to have a doggy style fuck with my daughter. She went on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. While I was humping my daughter, my son was humping his mother. My daughter, already on her hands and knees, started kissing my wife.My son was at. As the time goes on I get a little more nervous of what’s coming. The room is pretty nice, your usual basic hotel room. Queen sized bed, a small chair and a two person couch. I turn on the tv and watch an episode of Law & Order of all things until I hear a knock on the door. I nervously get up and walk to the door. When I open it all my fears go away. She looks even better than she did online. She is 5’5 with mid-length brown hair. She is on the skinnier side with decent side boobs but a nice. I could feel the warm flesh through the thin fabric as he ground his pelvis against my mouth. It was that moment that I realized that this had gone beyond being a lark and I was a willing participant. What was more; I was enjoying the sensation of his muscular stomach bumping against my forehead. Somewhere deep inside of me a switch was thrown. I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life but at that moment I wanted his cock. I parted my lips discretely and licked his dick.