Cristi opened her eyes and gasped. Nikki stepped forward and started working her neck with her cock inches from my wife's mouth. Twice I saw her str...tch out with her tongue but never was able to taste the fluid that clung there.Nikki stepped back and told my wife to roll over. As Cristi did as she was told Nikki stepped over and kissed me then told me to strip and sit on the barstool she brought in from the other room. I had my clothes in a pile and perched on the seat as quickly as. ‘If you’ve got any you’d like me to add, I’d be happy to consider them.’ ‘Give me some time,’ she said in a sultry voice. ‘I’m sure I can think of some with you as my inspiration.’ ‘Tell me,’ she continued. ‘Where did you learn to give such lovely oral satisfaction?’ ‘Diana usually enjoyed oral foreplay,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘Mind you, she didn’t respond quite as dramatically as you do.’ Ingrid realized he was talking about his late wife. He seemed to be talking about her without any. The aesthetic was slow to wear off, but as it did so. and Clare started to awaken.she felt a little nauseous and dry. She slowly opened her eyes and found a strange man sat on a chair near her bed.?who are you?? she asked, but for some strange reason ,though she could hear it in her head, the words never materialised.In fact?she heard nothing;.?Hello Clare? the man spoke with a soft voice.. ?I know you have many questions, but unfortunately, you will not be able to ask them. So I will answer. " Some of the more vicious looking women looked sternly down at him and moved closer to the bench, flexing their canes and crops. The gimp had been a popular attraction at the women's gatherings since Arabella's conquest of him; the knowledge that he had caned girls in his former life ensured his perpetual misery at their hands. Women came from far and wide to vent their displeasure upon him, his history magnifying their erotic sense of superiority and enhancing their spite for all male.