What was going on out there? Should I just stay where I was and listen? Should I charge out and demand an explanation? In the end, after hearing numer...us more groans and heavy breathing, I did none of the above. Instead I very quietly slipped the lock and slowly pulled the door open just a little bit. Outside, on the other side of the landing, my wife was pinned against the wall by one of the groom's friends. He had her arms trapped above her head with one hand, whilst the other had pushed her. So I hugged her, and even I got wet. She could clearly listen to my heartbeat rising. I started feeling her body over her clothes.She had also started to enjoy it as she had closed her eyes and didn’t object to me. I moved one step further and put my hands under her top. I started to feel her back. It was so damn smooth. I had not felt anything smoother than that in my life ever before.Then I gave her a twist, now she was standing her back towards me. I continued exploring her body under her. The stuff they had given her tonight was as foul as ever, but at least there was plenty of it! She wondered how they fed their pigs! She doubted it was any worse than that they fed to her! But, then, she was just a Slave these days and no better than a pig.PAULAUp above in the hall, the feast was taking place. Poor Slave Roberta was so far beneath the ground that she would have heard nothing. It was three flights of stairs down to where they kept her. Rodrigo was in a jovial mood as he downed. Sandy carefully made a broader swipe. "This razor's top drawer. Would Stan lend it out for legs and underarms?" We could make that a condition of probation." Turn the other way. This other side is not going to be as easy to get to since I'm right handed." You could specialize in left-sided pussies." Wait, here we go. It'll work cross-crotch." When finished, Sandy squatted down and looked carefully to survey her handiwork. "Looks even to me." Don't stick your nose in it. It's too short."Sandy.