Dinner Companion told Wife she had met a very nice man who drove an old beat-up roadster and was having her nails done in case he wanted to suck her t...es. "What kind of a roadster?" asked my wife and shrieked, "Oh my god, he's got to be my husband!" when told a Mercedes 190 SL. Dinner Companion calmed Wife, went home with her and seduced her. Dinner Companion raised her head and said, "Come join us."Incredulous, I nevertheless took off my clothes and got on the bed. "Sit on his face," Dinner. My job was to smile, and to keep them supplied with beer and food. I didn’t mind. It was all in good fun.Eight of his buds had traveled to our house, some from far away. David, my husband, with a twinkle in his eye, had requested that I dress nicely for the evening get together. I complied, and felt excited to do so, as this was a diverse group and some of his friends were handsome. I wanted to look nice for them. Nothing more.As they started to arrive, I greeted them at the door and welcomed. Where are you headed? I somehow managed to ask. To the next village, she answered. I smiled. Hop in, I said. Less than a minute later, we were speeding down the road. It took all of my willpower just to keep my eyes on the road. Thanks for stopping, she said. No problem. I threw her a quick glance. She was so beautiful. How long were you waiting? An hour. I was shocked. What was the world coming to if such a beautiful young woman couldnt get a ride? Didnt anyone stop? I asked. She shook her. Please. I’ll do anything.”“You know what happens when you beg, slut.”Éowyn shuddered in anticipatory orgasm, for this was what she’d really wanted all along. “Yes ... please, please, punish me. Please...”“And still you ask.”From beneath his robe he produced a thin cane, applying it with sharp wrist-flicks to her sore tits, and then directly between the sodden lips of her cunt as she writhed in agonized release, juices spattering her body and the floor. He paused and she begged him to punish her.