Jennifer's head lolled sideways as she accepted his kisses. "It's just like my dream." she sighed. Her arms went around Clint and stroked his back as ...he pressed her pale breasts to the dark chest of the man who had disrobed her."You're so beautiful." he said softly into her hair.Then she let herself be herded to the bed, where she sat until he arranged her prone, on her back, her head on a pillow. She turned her head in the dim light as he undid his pants. She'd seen this dark staff before,. And a full, firm 38DD chest. A pure delight viewing her in sexy lingerie, or even nude, she upped the stakes in her slave attire. In a harness or any other bdsm attire, she was transformed from my wife to my slut. The more we played, the more intoxicated she became to this fetish. Her 38DD breasts stuck out like missles in her gear. While she would not wear hoods, she was receptive to masks and blindfolds, with a growing comfort of gags. We had a third bed that was in storage, and set that up. I was finding it difficult to think and get change out at the same time.I managed to get the right money and was pushing it into the machine when from beside or behind me, I heard someone, a girl, talking."Hi sweetheart, have you been waiting long?" she said. I looked as I lifted the flap for my drink and could see someone draped all over Lisa. It looked as though she was kissing her cheek, but I couldn't quite see. I only caught one part of a black leather biker-style jacket with a holographic. But at another level, I found it more thought-provoking. What it showed was how far Sue had come in terms of disassociating love from sex. The last few hours had been pure one hundred percent lust-filled sex. Without a hint of emotion or love for even a single moment.And it frightened and excited me in equal measure that Sue and I had worked together to transform Sue from someone whose devotions were all around love and relationships to someone who could give herself to these three guys in this.