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Family Ties

Chapter 3 The Party

Chapter 3 :The Party

The large house was ablaze with lights as we drove up. I paid off the taxi and knocked loudly on the large oak door. I felt silly in my long black cassock wondering how many others were similarly attired. Jessica looked at me and winked and I tried not to laugh. The door was opened by a female, it was hard to recognise who as the light spilling out from the hall put her in silhouette. We stepped over the threshold . I whistled in astonishment.

It was Martha and she looked so different. She wore a tight leather bustiere that did wonders for her normally small cleavage and a pair of skin tight black leather pants, her waist encircled by a heavy metal chain belt. Stretching from her feet to mid thigh she wore a pair of heeled black leather boots laced up at the front. The heels added enough inches to bring her eye level with me. She greeted us effusively, took Jess's wrap. She dropped it on the hall chair and wrapped her arms round Jessica after first inspecting her skimpy outfit with nods of approval. Much to my surprise, instead of the normal two cheek air kiss that passes for a greeting between women she held Jessica close and kissed her full on the lips. I grinned and muttered lightly " Anymore of those going Martha". She broke the kiss, stepped back and looked at me. A wicked smile flickered round her rather thin carmine red lips.

"You are the 7th priest or vicar here tonight Dave, plus we have 4 nuns and some, what I think are 'vestal virgins' so I guess I had better behave myself". With that she smiled more affectionately at me and lightly brushed my cheek with her lips. She took our hands and led us through to the lounge.

I was always a little wary of Martha. She was a clinical psychologist with more letters after her name than you would find in a tin of Heinz's alphabet soup. She had piercing cobalt blue eyes and close cropped auburn hair. She was a little taller than Jess and was what I always thought of as 'aggressively' slim. Jessica hung on her every word. She was always pleasant enough to me but there was something about her that made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Rachel and the twins also had virtually 'adopted' her as an aunt. Both Jessica and I were only children so we had no close family relatives.

I looked round and saw the armchair that I had occupied just a few hours earlier, I felt a slight twinge down below as I had a flashback of a golden head bent over my stiff prick. Martha gave me a strange look and then smiled. " Ok, as this is your first time at one of our famous, or should I say infamous parties ". Her voice dropped in pitch and volume as she added the alternative description and continued..

" Let me outline the normal procedure here. This is as you can see the lounge- no music here - its the place for drinking and chatting - getting to know people. Through here" she said leading us past the kitchen into the dining room which was set out with buffet tables " is where the food and drinks are". We went through French windows, open to the warm summer night air, to the huge conservatory at the back which abutted the flood lit pool. "This is for serious mixing and dancing". Low music played gently in background. She smiled . "The only places "off limits" are the Master bedroom, the study and the basement, these are locked."

She looked at Jessica and smiled softly "As you are the newbies here I think the best thing is to introduce you all round- you won't remember most of the names but our friend will know yours so just relax and enjoy. Oh " she added " just one rule , after I take you round once together to be introduced then if you guys are seen together at any time for the rest of night you will get thrown in the pool- fully dressed and" here she paused and smiled wickedly " if , heaven forbid, you are seen making out or even dancing together you still end up in the pool but stark naked and fair game for anyone.".

Jessica giggled at that and looked slyly at me. We had our own private rules for 'parties' which we had arrived at after previous jealous, mostly on her part, rows. We would go our own way, we agreed, no jealousies and no recriminations after. The only 'no-no' was unprotected fucking. Other than that we agreed we were free to do what we wanted. My sex drive had always been stronger than Jessica's. She wasn't frigid by any means but I guess with pressures of being a mum and looking after our growing family that part of her life took second place. I on the other hand had a strong libido and was always randy.

Stan came over then and said hi, his eyes grow wide as he took in Jessica's semi nude body. He hugged her, lightly kissing her cheek, whispering something in her ear that caused her to blush. They accompanied us as we were introduced all round. There were, I guessed about 40 people in the various rooms. Everyone had 'dressed' (or virtually undressed as it were) for the occasion. I noticed that Jessica drew lots of admiring glances from most of the guys as well as some of the women. I was pleased for her and not a little proud. The faces and names rather blurred and I gave up trying to put names to faces.

The age range was quite wide. There were a few younger people, a large number of middle aged and a surprising number of considerably older guests. As we went round saying hi to devils, priests, nuns, sluts, at least one Joan of Arc and a myriad of indeterminate sinners and saints I mentally tried to place which might be members of the various "groups" Stan had mentioned earlier. I gave up after a while. I noticed a change in Jessica's manner when she greeted some guests. She dropped her gaze and flushed.

We grabbed a drink. Martha seemed very proprietorial. She held Jess's hand or arm as she took her away from my side to meet some more arrivals. Stan and I chatted aimlessly for a while then he wandered off as a particularly high breasted vestal virgin, showing an inordinate amount of thigh took his eye.

The next two hours or so passed slowly for me. The general buzz of conversation, the music from the conservatory, the clinking of glasses and soft giggling and peals of surprised laughter so familiar from previous parties. I chatted and flirted a little. Had the occasional dance, well dance as in , rubbing barely covered bellies exploringly against another, feet shuffling unconvincingly to whatever rythm was playing. There was much mutul groping, soft squealing and grunts.A few woman were dancing together I noted, " Guess its an equal opportunity party " I grinned to myself.

I spied Jess once on the floor, clutched in the arms of a tall thin "devil", complete with semi mask and horns. I had met him earlier and remembered him vaquely from his goatee beard and grey eyes behind rimless glasses.. He was in his late 50's I guessed and apparently a colleague of Martha's. Jess was glued to his skintight leatherclad body, arms draped round his shoulders as his hands moulded her arse under her excuse for a skirt. She must have sensed my gaze and looked at me. Her eyes were semi glazed and dark. She smiled and mouthed "love you" at me and then closed them again as he pressed her tighter against him from shoulders to thighs, one leg thrust hard between hers, grinding against her barely covered mound. I saw her wince a little as he presumably squeezed her arse harder.

I felt strangely discontented. Normally I am in my element at parties. I loved the excitement of flirting, the breathless exploration of an unfamiliar female body, the deliciously slow build up of exciting possibilities. I had a semi erection under the long black folds of the cassock but after the events of earlier at this house I felt no real compulsion to "connect" with anyone, though much was on offer as was blatantly made clear to me.

Suddenly Stan clapped his hands to get attention. The music stopped and he announced.

"Ok folks party games are starting in the lounge for any that are interested. The catering help has departed so its fun time. Usual rules - Only one partner can participate so decide who is going to "play " and come through".

I smiled pleasantly at the nun I had been fondling on the dance floor. She was naked under her habit, plump but cute with a firm body despite being at least 45 I guessed. She grabbed my hand, which was a little damp from the recent close proximity to her vulva and we walked into the lounge.

They were drawing lots for the game. Only 6 women and 6 men were to participate. The rest were to watch and encourage. Most of these games were similar involving some sort of sexual activity. My "nun" asked me if I was going to enter. I looked round for Jessica but she was nowhere to be seen. She was always too reserved to enter these games but I always gave her the opportunity knowing she would demur leaving me free to enter. I had never been shy of displaying my substantial endowment.

With some surprise I heard myself making an excuse to the nun

" Not at the moment" I replied " I think I will just watch"

She squeezed my hand and stepped over to Stan and drew a number. I watched for a while. The game was one I had seen and indulged in before. The 6 women selected from the apparently random draw were blindfolded and knelt in the centre of the lounge. In turn each of the 6 guys whose number had been drawn at random also was fellated by the kneeling women. They were allowed 3 minutes each before passing to next woman till all had had their pricks sucked. They were not allowed to come. The guys gave each woman a score out of 10 for their mouth work. Stan kept the scores for each woman. Then the guys were blindfolded, the women were turned, heads resting on carpet, arses in the air. They had clothes lifted and panties removed if that was necessary so as to expose their vulvas. The guys were led in random turn to each raised female backside and they proceeded, after much blind groping to perform cunnilingus. Again there was a time limit of 3 mins. The women then scored the guys.

The finish of the game was a public 69 sucking to climax by the highest scoring couple. It was a great way to get to know people and established the " no holds barred" invitation to as much public and indiscriminate sexual activity as was your wish. Much of the enjoyment of this particular game was the eager and vociferous vocal encouragement of the watchers. It always surprised me how the women were not slow to provide raucous and downright dirty advice and comments, especially to and about their partner's performance, or lack of!

I watched for a while and then went to get a drink. I still could see no sign of Jess. Martha suddenly appeared at my side.

"You bored David " she enquired her eyes bright and amused .

"No" - I grinned at her- " I didn't enter as you weren't on offer" -I offered that comment out of politeness really though she was not unattractive I was wary of her.

"Oh " she looked at me " Stan and I dont indulge in these game we have our own particular areas of interest" She gazed at me as if weighing me up " Why dont you come to the study, I think we should have a chat"

I clutched my drink and followed her, admiring the sway of her hips, the tight leather pants erotically outlining the globes of her bottom as they alternatively tightened and relaxed. She unlocked the study door and motioned me in. I plonked myself down in a large club chair. The cassock folding neatly between my legs. I had got used to it now and was surprised how much I enjoyed the "freedom" from tighter fitting pants or trousers. Martha perched next to me on arm of the chair close to her desk on which sat a large computer monitor. To the side of the desk was an even larger free standing TV. The desk top also held a number of controls, smaller monitors and various pieces of electrical equipment.

She leaned closer to me. Her heavy musky scent teasing my nostrils, her warm bare arm touching my cassock clad shoulder. I looked at her, eye brows raised.

"So David " she whispered huskily, her warm breath tickling my ear. " How was your afternoon with Stan and Sara?

I looked at her, not quite sure what was happening here.

"It was OK " I stammered almost choking on my drink as I remembered.

"Mmmmm " she purred softly " Only OK?" - She paused for a moment and, eyes glittering wickedly continued " Sitting in my lounge while my beautiful naked 13 year old step daughter sucked you off while her father watched was only OK ?

I gulped the last of my drink. I semi- turned to look at her, my cock now fully at attention poking through the slit in my loose boxers, bulging against the front of my cassock.

"You were watching " I asked " I thought you were picking up Philippa?

She made no reply but leaned forward and pressed a remote control on the desk in front of her. The TV flicked on and a picture appeared on the screen. The picture was obviously from a video or DVD. It was a still shot. The angle of the camera was almost at ground level. In the foreground in astonishing detail was the naked back of an obviously young girl. Her thighs were still slender, with the coltish grace of a young teen. Her legs were spread as she kneeled forward ber back bent a little. Her long blonde hair caressed her naked shoulders. The erotic sweep of her young firm buttocks was breathtaking. The cleft was pronounced and below one could discern gently pouting pink firm labia lips. These were framed by golden wisps of pubic hair. Martha pressed the control again and the picture moved forward. The camera swept up at an angle showing a young girl's face, cheeks bulging as her mouth struggled to encompass the glistening red head of a very large prick. The mouth moved up and down as her slim hands milked the thick veined stem. I gasped as I realised it was a recording of Sara sucking me in the lounge that afternoon.

"What the hell " I exploded , not able to tear my eyes away from the TV. My cock was achingly hard. Martha stopped the playback.

I swallowed and looked at her " What's all this" I asked " blackmail?

She laughed " Do you really think I am that crass David " She dropped a hand to my lap and squeezed my rigid cock hard making me wince. "Not at all- you have nothing I want, certainly nothing I can't have anyway " she amended and then smiling whispered..

" Its Insurance, all the rooms in the house, bar two, are fitted with the latest video surveillance. The cameras giving me capability of filming all the action from a variety of angles. I have become quite the experienced director".

She rose and pulled open a wall cupboard that had racks and racks of video cassettes. "In here" she indicated the files of cassettes "Are my records of the filming of a wide variety of sexual and perverse practices that I have accumulated over the years. Partly for my own pleasure as well as my professional research. The video of you and Sara is yours if you wish. It may excite you to watch it whilst fucking Jessica one night. Or " She added " fucking your little Rachel in the not too distant future"

I groaned as I listened to her. My heart was racing, my head spinning denied the full measure of blood that was engorging my straining cock.

"You heard my conversation with Stan then" I gasped, then the realisation hit me ..

"Fuck!!!! you bloody instigated or programmed it ?"

She nodded and smiled and checked her watch.

"We have only a few minutes till show time Dave so listen without interupting OK ?" I nodded weakly completely shaken by the cool matter of factness in her voice and her controlling demeanour.

"We can all have what we want" she spoke softly looking in my eyes.. " You get to fuck and play with young girls, including your Rachel. Stan gets the same, as he has been doing for some time with Philippa and others. Jessica gets what she wants, which you will know soon. As for me - well " she stared at me her eyes wide and wild...

" I get to control - to enjoy the ultimate buzz of mind exploration and control. To manipulate and encourage. To make people accept and then enjoy the foulest perversions they are capable of". She shivered, her hand still squeezing my rigid prick "You have no idea how satisfying it is to guide and educate".Though there is something that I will have you give me - but that's for another time"

Her lips were wet with saliva and her face flushed as she continued , her eyes fanatically wide. " I am talking about more than just incest and underage sex David. I am talking about fulfilling fantasies, about going beyond what is moral and acceptable, breaking every taboo and all with minimum risk.

With that she leaned forward again and switched on the large monitor on her desk, her hand slipping inside the join in my cassock and lightly touching my straining penis. "Watch and learn" she whispered softly in my ear "You are just at the beginning of a journey into world of infinite pleasure and eroticism. And don't interrupt".

I sat there with her hypnotic voice echoing through my brain. The screen flickered and came to life. The picture quality was good and the shot was high from a wall opposite the door. The wide angle showed it to be a plain room with just a bed and a large cupboard. Sarah sat next to me biting her lower lip between her sharp white teeth, She seemed a little anxious as if not quite sure whether what she had obviously planned was going to occur. The door opened at last and a female figure stepped in rather tentatively. It was too distant to identify properly. Martha sighed softly and smiled a sibilant "Yesssssssssssssssss" escaped her lips.

She used one hand to control the cameras and the focus. The other was still lightly stoking my hard erection. I knew not to move and I watched, holding my breath. The camera zoomed in on the figure and I let out a short gasp. I wasn't really surprised but I still felt a jolt as I saw Jessica approach the bed which was covered in just a sheet a some pillows. I watched transfixed. She paused at the foot and looked around. The camera shot grew tighter and I saw her flushed face. Her eyes were wide with apprehension and she licked her lips nervously. It was very erotic watching my flimsily clothed wife in this way. Her dark nipples were obviously hard and clearly etched against the thin silk of her halter top.

I shifted a little on my chair and whispered " Does she know the room is being videoed?

Martha, her lips curved in a triumphal smile nodded " Yes David but she thinks its only for my pleasure and viewing. She has no idea anyone else, particularly you may be watching- now hush!"

Jessica slowly raised her hands to the thin strap holding her top and slipped it free. Her large breasts swayed slightly at the movement of her arms as they were uncovered. I swallowed as I watched. She then slipped off her short skirt and reaching to her waist slid off the tiny black lace thong. She folded her clothes carefully and placed them by the side of bed and straightened up. She was naked standing in just the jewelled heeled sandals I had admired so many hours ago in our bedroom. The camera shot was full figured and her nakedness filled the screen in front of my eyes. The recently shaving of her vulva emphasised her nudity.

I felt my cock twitch even more as I saw my wife in a way I had never before. Martha felt the tremor in my cock and squeezed the base hard. I felt a lick of thick hot lust shooting through me. I wanted to dash to where she was and fuck her till she screamed. She had never looked so sexy and erotic. My excitement was heightened by having Martha's musky scent filling my nostrils, her warm body so close to mine, her strong hand caressing my penis, knowing Jessica had no idea I was watching.

Jessica looked behind her at the door, Martha sucked in her breath next to me. Then slowly Jessica bent forward from the waist till her elbows and head were just resting on the edge of the foot of the bed. She straightened her long legs, elongated by the high heels she was wearing. This raised her bottom and she posed motionless, her head now resting on her folded arms as she bent them at the elbows on the bed. Her back angled up slightly, her legs about two foot apart and her shapely arse high. Martha adjusted the controls and we got a shot from ground level on a side wall. This showed her body in profile, her face hidden by her arms, her hard nippled breasts pendulous as they responded to the insidious pull of gravity.

Its hard to convey how intensely erotic this scene was for me. There had been no sound except the initial clicking of her heels on the polished wooden floor as she entered. The soft whisperings of the silks as she removed her clothes. Now I could hear her breathing, panting softly. The camera slowly panned across this flesh that I knew so intimately but which now seemed foreign to me. Martha's hands continued to lightly stroke my cock with one hand as the other controlled the cameras. The door behind Jessica opened slowly. Martha breathed softly in my ear "Don't forget she is not restrained in any way David , she is free to leave whenever she wants". I nodded, my eyes glued to the screen. My throat was too tight to speak.

A tall figure entered behind her. It was dressed in a Devil's outfit. I recognised it immediately. It was the older guy I had seen dancing with her earlier- the professor with the goatee beard. He stepped to the cupboard I had noted earlier and opened the cabinet. There was no sound now except Jessica's soft breathing as she posed bent over naked at the foot of bed, vulnerable and exposed. He took from the cupboard a sort of whip. It wasn't too distinct as Martha had adjusted the camera shot and we were looking down again the length of the bed from the head wall.

He stepped closer to Jess and almost lovingly laid the object on her bare back. Martha zoomed in the camera for a tighter shot. It was a tawse I thought. A thick plaited leather handle with four leather thongs. Each thong was knotted at intervals. I didn't really count but I guessed there were four knots on each strand. It looked wicked. Jessica shuddered slightly as it touched her bare skin. I realised that the guy knew the camera positions in the way he laid it out.

He then moved to her side and said something which the mic's didn't quite catch. Jess lifted her head. Her face was deeply flushed. Her hair was loose. Her eyes were feverishly bright. He pushed the tawse towards her face. I blinked as she softly pressed her full red lips to the leather and kissed the whip at the junction of the stands and the handle.. He smiled and she replaced her head between her folded arms pressing her face firmly down. He moved to stand behind her and slowly opened the flap at the front of his tight leather trousers. It was a form of cod piece that covered his genitalia. He freed his prick with one hand and slowly stroked his semi limp staff. It was quite long but not terribly thick. I felt a small stirring of concern, Jess and I had a no fucking agreement. I looked at Martha. Her eyes were fixed on the screen. I swallowed and looked back. She flicked some controls and we were now seeing the scene from behind the two figures.

The Devil took position slightly to Jess's side. Her long legs, taut and trembling slightly, filled the screen. Her buttocks were clenched. He slowly ran one hand over the mounds of her cheeks, stroking and fondling. I heard her gasp and she pushed harder back against His hand. He patted each cheek, gently at first and then with a quicker harder beat. He slapped her cheeks randomly so she could not anticipate the next hard slap. Her breathing quickened and she panted softly moaning into her folded arms. Her bottom slowly started to turn a rosy pink. I squirmed on the chair, Martha's hand folded in a tight fist enclosing my rigid hard cock. The Devil stopped and spat on his hand, then lightly massaged his saliva into the pink flesh of her arse cheeks. She whimpered softly raising her arse even higher in offering to Him, the long muscles of her legs like cords etched starkly under her white skin.

I saw his prick stiffening slowly. He then stepped a little further away, one hand holding the thick plaited handle. the other gently holding the tips of the leather strands of the small whip, measuring the distance to her flushed sweet arse. His black clad arm rose high, the leather strands swinging wickedly. I watched holding my breath with the same intensity that Martha was holding my swollen achingly hard prick. He flicked His wrist back, the wicked looking strands of leather straightened out, extended to the full. His arm then swung down , the leather whiplike tendrils blurred as they hissed through the air before lashing across Jess's pink buttock cheeks. The sharp crack of leather strips lashing tender bare flesh made me jerk in my chair. Jess's bottom shivered and her knees buckled slightly. Four red wheals striped across her raised bottom as the blood rushed to the site of the abused skin. Darker red blotches, angry and swelling rapidly showed the cruel marks of the knots. I heard a muffled shriek. Martha's hand gripped my staff tighter, and I heard her moan softly close to my ear.

The devil stood still behind his obviously willing victim. The strands of leather hanging limply pointing to the floor as his arm relaxed. Martha had a tight focus on my wife's arse. The stripes of welted flesh ran in an almost continuous line across her buttocks interrupted by the deep cleft that separated each cheek. The backs of her thighs were quivering as the muscles spasmed. The picture we watched was so intensely erotic. I shuddered at how painful it must be for her yet apart from the involuntary clenching of her buttocks at the moment of impact she stayed bent over. The red blotches from the knots staining her skin looked particularly painful.

He raised his whip hand again. Jess must have heard or sensed the movement. The backs of her thighs tightened but she stayed still. He swung the tawse again but more lightly. His wrists snapped almost gracefully and the leather tails lightly caressed her bruised arse cheeks as if in a kiss. She shuddered and I heard her whimpering into her arms. He moved a little further back and to the side. His long thin cock now hard. Swaying as he moved. The next blow was lower, flicking up slightly to catch the underside of her right buttock. He struck the tender flesh with the tips of the leather tails. I was amazed at his dexterity.

I was panting with excitement, watching an obvious whip master play my wife's naked arse with the instrument of the whip. The music was her whimpering sobs interspersed with the hiss and crack of the whip as he varied the tempo and force of each blow. I moved Martha's hand forcibly from my cock. I didn't want to come. I wanted to savour this scene whilst my prick was hard, whilst my balls were still full, swollen and painful. I sat entranced as He proceeded whipping her bum from where the crease of her buttocks met her thighs to the top where they curved into her lower waist. Her skin was a mass of angry red wheals and stripes. I stopped counting. The tails lashed her buttocks in random turn, some soft and caressing some angrily hard. There was no pattern to them and no timing. Her buttocks were a mass now of angry red and purple bruises. The stripes melted into each other as the lashes rained down, each one picking a different target area.

We could hear the Devil panting now over Jess's muffled screams, sobs and yelps. Her legs were strained tight and trembling. His cock was rigidly hard and swaying in an obscene grotesque dance to the music he was creating. He stopped and the leather handle slipped from his grasp to the floor. He stood still, chest heaving. Jess's legs buckled slightly and he reached out one hand and pinched the ugly red wheals. She lifted her head and screamed and I almost shot out of my chair.

Martha's expert fingers manipulated the controls and we saw her face in close up from the camera at the head of the bed. Her red face was smeared with mascara and tears. Her lips were raw from where she had been biting them. Her eyes were wild. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her lipstick smeared lips. There was a look of ecstasy on her face and she opened her mouth wide and howled. I hardly recognised her- she had an almost feral quality as if the savage beating had unleashed a wild animal that dwelt within her. I heard Martha's soft now husky, voice whispering in my ear

" She is such a natural David, she is probably experiencing the most amazing endorphin rush right now. Gerald is the most accomplished Whipmaster " she continued " He is in great demand for exhibitions you should see him wielding single tails and cats- simply amazing. Notice he hasn't broken her skin and has restricted the whipping to the area's of her bottom that will normally be covered by her knickers. Though " she chuckled " they may have to be large ones"

Martha was squirming on the arm of my chair, her tight leather pants squeaking against the leather clad arm. My cock was almost numb, distended painfully, the reddish purple head poking angrily through the slit. The camera shot zoomed back showing the whole scene from the head wall. Martha dropped her hand again and squeezed my rigid rod, gasping softly..

"You may need this for next part David" she whispered and dropped a small towel on my lap.

I wondered what the next part was supposed to be- Jess looked completely exhausted as she dropped her head back to the bed her knees buckling to the floor in a kneel. I was breathing heavily, my eyes glued to the screen hardly able to believe this was my wife submitting to being used so painfully.

The door opened and the figure of a Nun entered the room from behind Jessica. She spoke softly to the devil, who I now knew was called Gerald. Jess knelt still apart from occasional shudders that racked her naked body. Her sobs and panting were softer now, muffled a little by her arms. Between them, the Devil and the Nun eased Jess to her feet. She whimpered as the movement pulled at the stretched welted skin of her arse.

They turned her slowly so her bottom was pressed against the bed edge. Martha switched cameras so we were once again looking at the scene up the length of the room from the door. Jessica was a pitiful sight. Her face was smeared and streaked, her eyes red, mouth smeared. Chestnut coloured hair was lank and unkempt. Her heavy beasts swung gently, from the heaving of her chest as she panted, hard nipples erect. The camera shot zoomed closer focussing on her shaven vulva. The labia lips that I knew so well were puffy and slackly open, coated with an oily excretion that also smeared the insides her thighs.

The Nun, from the side so as not to block the camera shot, stretched one hand across her cunt, the index finger and thumb pressed down and then spread opening Jess's labia lips wider. Under the lights of the room I saw her juices gleaming wetly on the red flesh under her spread outer lips. Her pinkish red inner lips glistening also. Just in camera shot at the side I saw the devil's still rock hard thin cock swaying. I groaned softly, Jess had obviously orgasmed, a thing that rarely happened with me. I strained to catch a glimpse of her clit to see if it was erect and swollen but the folds of skin obscured it. Martha's voice hissed in my ear..

"I told you she was a natural David, few women or men for that matter reach orgasm from just a whipping"

I was utterly confused, out of my depth, I couldn't believe I knew my wife so little. I slowly stroked my prick as we watched. I had no idea what was going to happen next. My mind was racing, was the Nun going to participate, were they finished with Jessica, where was the devil going to find a home for his rampant cock? I recalled our " no fucking agreement". I had resolutely pushed to the back of my mind Martha's references to her own girls and my Rachel. I sat, my hand clutching my huge erection, knowing I was lost now in Martha's depraved world. I swallowed holding my breath........


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