His wife to the buffet. I leaned in and quietly said "hey... I saw you looking at me staring at your wife. I'm sorry about that... but she is turning ...ore than just my head. Every guy here is standing at attention in their pants." His response was exactly what I have wanted with my wife. "I have been wanting to put her on display for years. She finally said yes to this dress." He went on to say "I could fuck her right here and now" I smiled..."believe me buddy... there's not a guy here that. Sonal had closed her eyes. She was feeling my fingers up her twat and was trying her best to hold her piss. We started kissing, and she held my head, sucking my tongue into her mouth.I increased the speed. She was moving her hips back and forth in tandem, fucking my finger. I whispered, “You can piss now, sweetie,” letting out my finger from her hole for a bit.Sonal let her piss stream out with a moan. The warm liquid touched my middle finger, gushing against my palms, dripping down the toilet. ’ She massaged him across the shoulders and neck. Then with a smack and, ‘Food’s ready,’ she left. They avoided the topic that was uppermost in both their minds while they ate. Suddenly over coffee, Peter’s conversation turned to the subject they had avoided. ‘Susie, about the other night, I should never,’ and his voice trailed off. Susie sprang to her feet. ‘You wash up. I need a bath.’ She took a long time and answered Peter’s teasing questions about ‘a massage’ and ‘a back rub’ with a. She wore it still, although only barely. It had been opened, the belt removed,her undergarments cut away. The sleeves were hunched up around her shoulders.Other than that, the small white socks that came to her ankles were theonly other garment she wore. The raven-haired beauty was practically naked, and utterly helpless,bound in agony, her doe-like eyes searching this way and that. She couldhear the voice of her Inquisitor, but could not see her. She could notspeak. Terror filled her, her.