He could easily see that she had beautiful, firm breasts and could just see the edge of her yellow panties. His cock jumped… and she saw it. Running...the palms of her hands up the outside of his legs, her hands eventually found his belt buckle. “I really think you need to loosen up a little, Marty. You just seem so uptight.” She spoke as her fingers opened his belt buckle, unhooked the snap of his trousers and slowly slid down his zipper. “Lift up,” she ordered as she began to pull his slacks. The night raged dark and cold about them as they went in. *** Shari came to with a start, and quickly glanced around. ‘Wha –‘ Her hands and feet were … restrained? She was actually tied down onto a hard surface, her arms and legs spread as far as they would go. She struggled experimentally, testing her bonds, it was useless, they were thick leather straps. What the hell? Who did these idiots think they were, actually drugging her and tying her down? Did they realize how many laws they were. As he pulled her into the back he made sure to close the security door so she couldn’t escape.“Babe? Babe, wake up.”“Charlie? What happened?” she asked in a dazed manner.“You fell and hit your head. How does it feel?”“I think I’m gonna be okay, can you just take me home?”“Sorry babe, no can do. I really hate to do this, but I have to,” and with that he stood up and grabbed a roll of packing tape. He quickly flipped her over and taped her arms behind her back.“Charlie! W-w-what are you doing?”. I took further photographs of the two of them together like that. I stayed on my knees at the foot of the hotel room bed till Omar rolled off to one side of Mara with a long sigh of release. As he did, I could see my wife's pussy glistening wet, as well as seeing a small amount of Omar's sperm beginning to ooze out from between her bright pink pussy lips; again sending a thrill through me.I stood at the foot of the bed looking down at my wife and Omar laying there; as well as the look of her.