You moan as they probe inside you. They stop and you feel your hands been released as well as your legs. Some hooks your hands together in front of yo... then pulls you to your feet. You are led down the hall to the bathroom again and permitted to relieve yourself. An enema follows, but instead of a shower the bathtub is filled and you are placed in it. The warm water surrounds your aching body, soothing you. Hands begin to rub a washcloth over your back then your front and slowly over your. .. I guess they had fixed it themselves. My mouth was gagged with my own panties and they were held in place with duct-tape... They tasted like piss... I almost started to throw-up. I was buckled in the seat-belt, and one of the bastards sat on either side of me. I had to suffer one of those niggers playing with my tits while the other fucking piece of shit had a good hold of my virgin cunt. I was so sick with worry as to what these a****ls had done to my husband, Michael, but with the. Of course, I said yes. He shared his umbrella with me and he led me into his house. It was so warm and inviting, exactly how I imagined. It was full of books and antique furniture. The smell of a cedar fire roaring, he offered me a hot cup of Earl Grey tea to drink with him. I took off my coat and scarf and Ed kindly asked me to take off my boots. He placed the items neatly on a coat rack and the boots on a little rug with his. He seemed very particular and a man of routines. I sat on his. No problem. The real thing is not for me. It will never be a turn on. Yeah, maybe watching you flirt a bit will get me revved up but more than that is a total downer. Not interested at all."I was stunned. I had not expected that. Maybe I was delusional if I thought I could get Terry to accept status as a permanent cuckold. Not that I would deny him too much sex – I mean I really, really like it when we make love. Just that it would have to be always on MY terms. Maybe I really did misjudge him..