I sure as hell hope that you are one of the ones who does,” she said. I snorted.“Yeah, well I’ve been trying for fifteen years that should tell ...ou something,” I said. The college boys raised their empty steins for a refill.“I’ll be right back,” I said. “Don’t go away.”I knew she wasn’t about to leave. She was for sure on a mission, probably a mission on behalf of her boss, mister rich guy. I helped out the young bucks down at the other end of the bar, and returned to the war zone.“So, what. His cock started swelling, only to encounter the cruel constraint of the cock-cage that Alana had him wearing under his nicely tailored suits. And today was probably the worst of all for him, because he was within hours of being released from that austere penance. But at what price? In only a few hours, when he returned home from work, the three male “entertainers” he had hired for Alana would be arriving at their suburban home. She—playing the role of Artemesia, her dark alter-ego—had. "Come in. I was just enjoying my morning workout. We can talk when I finish it." Is ... Is Mrs. Jones here?" Ellie asked as she followed the man reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting off to a poor start."My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to the glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck. His powerful calf muscles flexed with every step.Mr. Jones slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Ellie through. Ellie blinked against. They gabbed happily about their prospects for getting laid, while we husbands had to strip to our jockey shorts, kneel before them and buff their footwear, over and over, being treated to views of their substantial legs and glimpses of their brief panties. When they were ready to leave they removed those panties, stuffed them in our mouths, and tied them there with Candy's previously worn stockings. They told us that if we untied them, they would recognize the absence of very specific knots.