Matt was kissing Janice. It was not a peck on the cheek he was kissing her on the mouth and had one hand behind her neck and it looked like he was giv...ng her his tongue. She was wearing her halter top and shorts. When the kiss ended she was breathing hard and I could see her nipples were erect under the thin material of her top. She told Matt she didn't think she should be doing this, it didn't feel right without me being there. They both told her it was ok and not to worry, that they could. "Michelle stood under his abuse, allowing him to paw her as he wished, unable to do anything to stop him. She sighed in relief at hearing that she had pleased him, but hated the feel of that awful bulge of his against her skin."Open my pants, Michelle. I want you to reach inside and pull out my dick. Show these two ladies how a real woman treats her man," he whispered into her ear, low enough the other two couldn't hear him.Michelle sniffed back her tears, bringing her hands down and unbuckling. Under the panel was a frame which held a card with a number — 06/034 — and a name - Vivienne - after it in brackets. She'd been stripped of her blue, silk, dress but she was still wearing the underwear she had put on that evening, no doubt in hopes of an intimate encounter different from that which she could soon now expect. She had been left in her silk basque and knickers, together with her stockings and shoes. The tape had been taken off her wrists, elbows and ankles and now all that held. I even went to the beach as regularly as I could to try and accidentally see them, but no luck. They didn’t come back, so I became concerned that someone had spotted us and I was a few moments away from a beating.As with some things in life, just when you think all hope is lost, a twist of fate plays into the situation. In Brazil there are, for the want of a better English phrase, whore houses. There are not many, but in this city I knew a few. So one Friday I went along.The idea is you pay a.