The bell hop led us to our room, the honeymoon suite, he opened the doorand stepped aside so my husband and I could enter, my husband lifted meoff my ...eet into his arms and carried me across the thresh hold, justlike we were really husband and wife. The bell hop must have seen this amillion times because he simply took our bags into the bedroom. Myhusband reached into his pocket for a tip, this must have been difficultbecause he still had me in his arms. Final, he put me down.Just like a man,. Now it was too late. If only he had made time to talk with her calmly.His face and demeanour betrayed him and Siân came to him and sitting next to him, put her arm around him.“Dafydd, Bach, there’s a fortnight before I start work. Plenty of time to sort everything out. We can plan what’s needed and organise childcare. Unlike you, I’ll be strictly nine to five at work, or better yet, eight to four. Perhaps Celia will eventually tell you what’s going on with her. Dafydd you two need to talk it. Or the time I had to race Sala through two feet of snow naked. Or the time…I thought it best not to dwell on all the times the others had seen me naked and, instead, dwell upon escaping from my predicament. For one thing, it was making me incredibly horny!So, I did my best to not think about the past and, instead, concentrate on the present. The present in which I was chained, naked and helpless, to a pillar. The present in which there was just enough chain to allow me to almost touch my pussy.. Black stocking and high heels completed the sexy outfit that my loving hubby had asked for…Victor looked at me and whistled, saying I looked like a street hooker…Once we got into the bar, Victor dragged me to the stool seats down there.While I sipped my drink, a very hot black guy who was a couple stools down kept checking me out. We made eye contact as I smiled sometimes at him.I let my beloved Victor know what was happening, because he had always been turned on when I picked up guys… black.