Dazed, Diane lay supine looking at Joan who smiled wickedly. “Would you like that?”
Kathy nodded slightly. This was what she wanted. “Got out,” he smiled at the realisation that he was the subject of the discussion. “Let us see how the wife’s touch contrasts with the husbands,” she showed Diane a small whip. “My dear girl you have not done your homework,” he said as he turned to the board again. Between her damp quivering thighs was her helpless sex doll, tongue straining to please and lips sucking to entice. After marrying Joan some ten years ago he had more than doubled his fortune. A finger entered the narrow slit and rubbed against the pierced nub of the clitoris. Mike forced Diane to a chair and handcuffed her to it. “If you have never had a male slave you have never had good sex.
