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“Oh my” she said “who is he?” I smiled “tonight he is your ex-husband” I said “why don’t you had a close look”. Mandy walked up to Reg and looked him up and down. “He is too good looking to be my husband” she said. I handed her a flogger. “Maybe you could use this honey” I said. She took it and hit Reg across the chest. He didn’t make a sound. “Harder honey. Harder like he used to hit you” I said. This time she tried against and Reg moaned. “That’s better Mandy. Make that bastard husband moan” I said and she did it again. Reg groaned this time and struggled with the straps that held him. I don’t know what Mandy was feeling but I was getting turned on. She hit him several times and there were red welt marks across his chest. “Now how does that feeling Mandy?” I asked. She answered by lashing him just above his crotch. She turned and smiled. “Oh I feel so much, I don’t know what” she said. “Turned on honey?” I asked. She looked a bit shocked at my question and then smiled “yes Peggy”.

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