A perfect fit, and with some heavy makeup added she realised that she would look quite a slut. The men should like this, she thought. Oh! She felt wet...again.Quickly, she emailed Bob. “I’ve bought a dress that I think you will like, and I want to come and show it off at the next Fetish Club.” Bob emailed her back with the date. Fortunately, her husband would be away again. She was very excited now, and kept looking at the dress which was hidden in the back of her wardrobe, and trying it on when. A tall beautiful Latin women with dark hair and dark eyes came walking out of the door and caught us fucking and my black beauty told me not to stop. The Latin woman approached us and black beauty told her to take her shirt off so that she can see her big round breasts. The Latin woman did as she was told and black beauty began to suck on her big pink nipples seductively. Soon after that black beauty slipped her finger into the Latina's pussy and she began to moan as her finger slipped in and. There was a lamp on in the room when I woke up. I could still hear music but only a tenth as loud as before. I could hear the sounds of beer bottles being cleared away and chairs being put up on tables downstairs. Closing time. I reached up to wipe sleep away from my eyes, but my hand wouldn’t obey. I figured I was still impossibly drunk. I tried again. Something held it back. I was tied by both hands and feet to the floor – thick rubber cords fastened into eyehooks in the wooden. "How have things been going?" I asked."Oh, okay, I guess. It's fairly much the same ol' same ol' every day for me." Oh? That sound like you're not having much fun... ?" Well... no, not like we had that weekend with you. Now that was fun." Yeah, for me too. I really enjoyed it."I don't know if you know but there are sixteen of us that form a bridge club. We get together every Wednesday afternoon to play and talk. All four of us that went with you on that trip are in it." Oh, really? That sound.