She fluffed my nightgown open then pulled my spandex panties downexposing my right hip. I felt the cool sensation as she wiped theinjection area with ...he alcohol then squirmed as she moved in with thedripping syringe!She heard me gasp and watched me struggle. "My my such a fuss you are!"She said as she moved in. I felt the needle stick and moaned into theball gag then pulling at the straps I strained to watch as Madge forcedthe plunger down as she injected the liquid into me. "Don't you. It was bubbly and tingling so I pulled my fingers back.Exasperated she insisted I let my fingers soak and that she wouldn't beresponsible for my fingers being discolored. To ensure I wouldn't pullthem out prematurely she lightly bound my wrists to the arm rests forcingmy fingers to stay in the little bowls. I blanched when she said I mayas well use this private time to treat my vocal cords and pulled out theapplicator. She had it in some kind of strap that she wrapped around myhead and. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, then replied, “I think you have misunderstood the story.”“Oh, have I?” he asked, playfully. “Then please tell me the real story of the dance.” They began the sequence again, moving together and apart, turning and stepping in rhythm.“The man is obsessed with the wife of his friend,” she whispered so that only Jacques could hear her. They held hands, facing one another and moved in a loop. Jacques took her hand and walked around Marguerite, staring at her. I picked up the phone and dialed his room number. He answered his phone in a deep voice. I expected him to sound exhausted but this wasn't the case. I thought maybe he was expecting her to call him back, I know I would have.As I started to explain that I was in the next room, he began to apologize if they were too noisy. It was awkward at first, but I explained that there was no apology needed, and that their session made me incredibly aroused and I wondered if he was interested in joining me.