.." Shhh. I know sweetheart. I love you too. And nothing is going to happen to change that! I know you'd like to go, and I would love to have you ther... too." She got a speculative look on her face, and seemed lost in thought as she gazed at me for long moments. "Unless..." she almost whispered, then suddenly giggled."What?" Nothing! I just had a silly thought. Never mind." No, Sarah. I want to know!" Jeff, it's really silly." Sarah!" Ok. It just flashed through my mind there is a way you could. Then she opened her arms to my wife andthey put on a show of passionate embraces, roaming hands, and penetratingkisses, right in front of me. All the guests could see what was takingplace. Shadow told them that Miranda was the wife of that person in thecostume.At the end of that evening, the hostess offered them a room to share.They accepted. Shadow took a ring on a leash and fastened it in my nose,making me yelp. As she towed me along behind her, my bondage limited meto tiny shuffling. I took a breath, opened the door, and a wave of thumping music almost knocked me off balance. Everyone inside had drinks in their hands, and was dancing extremely close to one another. Couples were kissing on the stairs, some on the furniture. Games were being held in the backyard, visible from where I stood. “Hey,” a slurred voice said from behind me, “you must be Emma,” a girl approached me in nothing more than her underwear, her blonde hair swept back in a low ponytail. “Yes,” I answered,. My hips were bucking back against Master Marcos’s fingers, as I pushed my breasts towards Daddy.“Please Daddy.”They kept kept up with their relentless teasing. I was biting my lip, so as to not cum without permission. Master Marcos moved closer and pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his stiff cock through his leather pants, pressed against my hot cheeks. “Please Daddy.”They both step back again. Each starts to alternate their strikes. Master Marcos is again striping my back and ass,.