After hearing more of the womens voices I started to determine who was who. The woman that had just sat on my face was Leila. I have met her and the rest of the women at various charity and hospital events. She is about 5’6” and has dark black hair shoulder length. She is single as all the others were. My wife would never have done this with other married women because if this particular event were ever passed around at work, she would possibly be fired. But the single women tended to keep it among themselves. They might have talked to others about what they did to me, but no names or places or dates would be imparted. Anyway Leila is very pretty, hardly ever uses make up, has a natural beauty about here. Is not as curvy due to her being a little on the heavy side. Has very nice protruding breasts and proportional ass. Most older men would hit on her routinely. I think she is still single due to being very picky about who she hangs with.

I heard my wife say to someone, “It’s your turn.” The next thing I felt was another leg brushing across my chest as she climbed on top of my face. I immediately felt the warm soft moist flesh of pussy lips being spread over my mouth and nose. I knew what was expected of me and started digging into it with my tongue. I thrust it as far as I could into her canal and locked my lips around the clit. She quickly started to moan. She grasped the back of my head and pulled it so tight up against her that I thought I was going to suffocate again. I started thrashing and heard my wife say, “Give him some air.”

The next thing I felt was the stinging pain on my ass again. I knew what is was right away. A rattan cane that my wife has. She often used it on me for short periods since it produces so much damage to one’s ass. But now some one was giving it to me really hard. I heard a voice say, “Doesn’t this really hurt?” My wife responded, “yea, but he likes it. I use it on him all of the time.“ Another swish and crack. Yep it hurts like hell. It feels like a very sharp stinging pain followed by burning instead of some of the dull pain other implements cause. I think canes are about the worst.

I was still working over my latest rider as best I could given the circumstances. She started breathing heavily and held my head right into her for what felt like an eternity. She started having a rhythmic orgasm and just rode my face to fulfillment. She finally let go of my head and started moving her vagina up and back from my mouth to my nose. It was extremely wet and saturated my face with her womanly scent. Then she got off of me. However the cane strikes had been slowed so I could concentrate on giving her an orgasm. I don’t know where we were at on the strikes. It should have been a minimum of 25. But it felt like I received 25 more after finishing her off. But who was it that I had just serviced? I already knew by now the first one was Leila. I was still trying to focus on the voices I kept hearing.

The voice I am sure I recognized was Jill. Maybe it had been Jill who had just ridden me. Jill is a fairly slender taller woman. Closer to 5’10”, has long blond hair, small nicely placed breasts, and reminds me of the actress Jill Clayburg from the late 70’s. Maybe that was who just rode me. I don’t know for sure. The cane strikes finally concluded and I could hear voices speaking in low tones again. My ass was really hurting after the cane strikes, my bladder still about to burst, and the enema pain beginning to kick in. Now suddenly I felt someone playing with my balls. When my legs got hoisted up my balls and cock got pulled between my legs towards my abdomen to get them out of the way of being hit by whipping implement. Plus I still had the catheter sticking out of me. The excess skin around my balls were being pulled now and miniature clothespins were being applied. They almost made me start crying. I was going into pain overload. I started to yell at my wife to take them off when another woman climbed on top.