Welcome to Dallas

"Ohmigod," said Lana, craning her neck around. "Is she cumming from having her tits whipped?"

John simply nodded, eyes glued to the shaking body before him. He dropped the tawse and began tracing his fingers across Shannon's tortured skin, inducing a mild shudder every once in a while as the captive slumped against her seat.

Lana appeared suddenly next to Shannon and John realized that they were parked in front of their house. "Look at this gorgeous little thing," Lana cooed. John wasn't sure if his wife was referring to the girl or the nipple between her fingers.

"Thank you sir," mumbled Shannon, lying exhausted with her hands cuffed above her head.

"Let's get her into the house," said Lana. "I'm thinking it's going to be a great week." Smiling, the two released their visitor and led her inside.