Karla was a tall woman, with brunette hair held up under her hat, showing her beautiful, severe face with its dark eyes, long straight nose and full, sensual mouth. She wore long earrings falling on either side of the veil that partly concealed her features. Below that she wore a tight-fitting black dress, the hem just below the knee, but slit high on her thigh to reveal, right at the top, the hint of white flesh. It was the only sight of her legs, for she wore tight black, thigh-high boots with spiked heels. She stood for a moment, watching the scene.

"All set," she said. "Did that little cunt bring you off, darling?"

"Yeah," he said, "I mean look at that body."

He lifted Aurora's skirt to show the curves of her legs and ass to his wife. And all the time Lulu kept her soft mouth playing with his cock.

"Yes, I see," Karla said thoughtfully. She waked slowly over to the trembling Aurora. She pulled Aurora's face around to her and smiled nastily. "So you made my husband come, did you?"

"It wasn't me, please, I want to go!" Aurora wept, staring through the back veil of Karla's piercing eyes.

"He said it was you. Are you saying he's a liar?" Karla asked softly, her fingers playing with Aurora's lovely mouth.

"N-no, no, no! It's just that…"

"Now you have to be whipped until his cock is hard again," Karla said, her voice not changing at all.

"It wasn't me!" Aurora screamed in horror. "These are your tits, standing out like this, aren't they?" Karla said, taking one of Aurora's nipples in her fingers and twisting it.

"Yes, yes!" Aurora sobbed. "Please, it's all a mistake! I just want to go!"

"And he came when he took them out and felt your pussy, didn't he?" Karla said, her hand still caressing Aurora's face. "Now you'd better learn that the only right answer to my question is the one I want. It gets pretty painful around here for people who forget that."