Pulling away from our kiss, I see that she is dressed in old worn-out clothes, and she carries a bucket with soapy water.“You must be Cinderella. I ...on’t think I have ever seen you in such revealing clothing, not even at the beach.”“Dahlia talked us all into being sexy. Then she wears that yellow and blue dress ... I should go change.”“I like it. Just, no slow dances with anybody but me.”“You know I don’t like dancing with anybody but you.” I kiss her again then let her go to look at the last. Then three men walked in all wearing balaclavas to hide their faces.“Well look we have a slut to enjoy too boys....she is going to have a fun night tonight...” All of them laugh, as they move to me my husband on the floor shouting and swearing at them.My husband was soon quietened, as one of the men pushed a ball-gag in his mouth and secured it tightly, “You should stop shouting dickhead....you might wake your k**s...you wouldn’t want that would you?” again all the masked intruders laugh. Then. Because of the phone call she made from her car better pin pointing the time when she would be arriving he met her at his office. She gave the office a good looking over saying she liked what she saw.Dan took her to lunch at the local diner where they talked more about the specifics of the business as to how he practiced, the number of clients, and the income it generated along with the expenses. They both knew the amount of income was the main factor in deciding what the business was worth.. You can't even say 'anal sex' or anything like it. I'm not going to do something to you if you hate it," I said as plainly as I could."I don't hate it. You know how I was raised. We just don't talk about things like that," she said, shyly."But you don't like it, either. No matter how good it feels, you can't get over your inhibitions, can you?" I shot back.She looked at the floor, but I wasn't done. In case you hadn't noticed, I can be an asshole."Even though we've been married seven years..