She shifted her weight, subconsciously wanting to press against something, hump something, anything ... but her bonds held her tight. He tied her up. ...e chose what she could do, reach, feel ... He controlled her.She shivered as she heard the fucking above her get faster, the wife moaning her excitement. Some drops of wetness fell on her face and she reached her tongue out and licked it up. It was too little to taste, but the thought still excited her. The wife's legs tightened against the sides. She would bend over and I could see all the way down her dress, she had cutest little titties, I could not keep my eyes off of them. And she would come over to talk to me every couple of minutes. Her husband had noticed my peaking. And he sat down next to me. "I have been watching you for awhile now. Do you like what see, Wilma is a good ride if you know what I mean. We have been looking for another, know what I mean. When she is drunk like this I think it would be pretty easy to talk her. Have you got any idea what this Tri-P union represents?" Yes, Mistress," I replied. "Tri-P is short for PPPLM, Mistress." That doesn't help me a whole lot, Sammi." Forgive me, Mistress," I replied. I'd been hoping PPPLM would besatisfactory information for her, but wasn't really surprised it wasinsufficient. "It's an acronym, Mistress. It stands for the Prim,Prudish, and Prissy League of Mistresses, Mistress." That damn bastard! What the hell's wrong with him?" swore Charli."You'd think he. Follow the red carpet and take a seat, and don't forget a cold drink."You put down your briefcase and walk to the fridge to get a beer. You pop it open and take a swig before heading to the bedroom. When you get to the end of the carpet, you see a chair set up with a table next to it for your drink. Sitting on the table is also an iPod in a dock that has a note saying "PLAY".You press play and a high tempo song comes on. I walk the red carpet like a model and your jaw drops. My first outfit for.