Easing herself into the hot tub, she pulled the bubbles towards her like a comforting blanket, leaning back to relax as I joined her there, sitting ca...ually on the toilet seat as I poured her a glass of wine.I saw the exhaustion slowly vaporize away. The smile still spread across her face as she soaked, the bubbles playing peek-a-boob with her breasts. We sat for a time unspeaking, her eyes closed as the weariness finally soaked away. After a time, she sat up her hand reaching for the. Her husband would let go at that point and let her ass pull the butt plug to a rest in her ass. She always moaned and sighed when it happened. “Alison, you are acting like a common whore. Bent over, legs spread, moaning from a good fucking.” the voice says to her. The fucking machine speeds up, driving deeper, forcing her into deeper pleasure, she can feel the orgasm building. A hand lands on her ass with a smack and a sting, again, and again, and again! Alison throws her head back screaming. Most subs were completely naked except for cuffs and, on a few, a collar (“Already?” She thought.). Some had plugs inserted in... personal areas. Some were outfitted with animal ears, masks, tails, etc. A few were dressed as butlers or maids. The Dominants were dressed in everything from suits to leather to the most amazing lingerie she'd ever seen. He walked around greeting people, shaking hands, hugging, kissing (again that pang of jealousy). People always seemed happy to see him and he. It stopped Bowser at once. He rubbed his eyes, to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. “Hey Donatello, what the fuck?!”, he screamed at the turtle boys disappearing at the end of the street. Then he shrugged and turned back to the house. “I’ve been drinking too long”, he thought, “Better have me some coffee to bring me back to my senses.”He had just poured his coffee when he heard another disturbance outside. He listened closely and it sounded like a big quarrel. Now that always gets his.