From the lusty look on my wife’s face and her eyes on this guy, I wasn’t sure if she even realized anyone else was in the room as she continued to...rub inside her pussy lips. I sure as hell did though! Fifty pairs of eyes fixated on my wife’s naked and aroused body! Not a soul was making a sound, the entire audience absorbing her eroticism. There weren’t any of the catcalls from the earlier performances, this was something this club likely had rarely seen, this beautiful woman making love with. Never released. Never seeing my captor. Never hearing any noise, or seeing anything except for my dull prison. Never having any form of contact, any form of mental relief from my constant imprisonment. Always aware of my pointless existence as owned property, locked away for the amusement of my owner.I have come to accept that I rely on him completely. Once a day, he drops a large cube of ice through a hinged opening near the roof. Ice that forms my drink and an iced cube of mush – my. “Well, how can I help it, with my sister looking so hot?”“Flattering will get you nowhere brother. But lucky for you, since I’m a generous person, I’ll forgive you. But, with a condition.”“What will it be then sis?”“Make me cum again.” She said, this time with a cheshire grin.“Gladly” I answered, my eyes filled with lust as I pinned her down the bed and removed my boxer. My fully erected penis grinded against hers, as I pulled my sister into a deep kiss.Her tongue coils around mine, clearly. "Could I work together with Tiffany," I asked?"I thought you just said that you wouldn't share your mothers recipe with anyone," Mrs. Lewis Questioned?"I fully expect Tiffany to be my wife one day, so I already think of her as family," I told a stunned class.At this point Tiffany just threw her arms around me, and gave me a kiss that was probably about ten degrees hotter than the their most powerful oven could produce. After nearly an entire minute Mrs. Lewis finally found her voice and forced.