She looked at me as the men began to fondle her, rubbing their hands up and down her body, caressing her face, her hair, her neck, her back, her legs....Two of them lifted her dress up and slowly pulled it over her head. My wife stood there, clad only in her tiny little white lace panties and her tennis shoes and white cotton socks. Diana closed her eyes and put her hands on her breasts. I could see that she was gently rubbing her hardening nipples.The men were breathing more heavily now and. The handcuffs he used to chain her to the headboard, the blindfold he covered her with during some of their hottest encounters, the spankings which excited her to no end, the gags, the sex toys, the times when he covered her body in oil and used her repeatedly, their thrice weekly shaving ritual, his forbidding her to wear panties, the sex in public places. She became more and more animated as she went on, in part due to Alan’s fingers, but mostly at the thrills she was reliving by recounting. ” He tells me with a cruel glint in his eyes before he turns on his heels and strolls out of the door taking a couple of steps down the hallway before he turns around again and speaks, “take care my little whore.”“Bye daddy.” I say softly but still loud enough for him to hear my words.I closed my apartment door and took in the sight of my apartment, my cum was in thick strands across my sofa and there was vomit on the floor not far in front of it that was quickly solidifying into a disgusting. I promise, everything is okay. I will see you in the morning, bright and early.”“I love you, Lane Parker.”“I love you too, Doug Ramos. Sweet dreams, Tiger.”Doug tossed and turned all night, his brain worrying the problem like a dog with a bone. He was alternately convinced that everything was fine and everything was shit.He was out of bed before sunrise and working on his third cup of coffee when his tablet beeped to let him know that someone was at the door. The hallway cameras showed Lane.