"It's rather a pity! But she'll stand more fucking than if she had been a virgin, and you must arrange your program accordingly! I think you'd better ...et her rest a bit now; her arms will be getting numb from being kept over her head. Let's fasten her to that pillar by passing her arms 'round it and shackling her wrists together. She can then rest a bit and, while she's recovering from her struggles, hadn't you better ... slip your clothes off also—for your eyes hint that you'll want .... The first thing Peter saw werehis wife pretty feet inside a pair of her most feminine high-heeled sandals.His eyes traveled upwards. Her elegant black evening dress was slit up oneside, revealing a flash of naked thigh. She wore her long brunette hair in aformal updo with long dangle earrings. Her smoothwhite shoulders were exposed and around her neck she wore a velvet choker witha diamond pendant that Peter didn?t remember ever seeing before. He started tosay something about how beautiful she. " God, Robin, I'm not going to tell anyone. Why should I. Everybody does it. Big deal. By the way, you're very pretty."She seems to have forgotten that she was basically naked and quickly reached down to pull up the covers."Geez, you got an eyeful. Oh, and look at you," she says, pointing at my pants and the rather obvious bulge contained therein."You've got a stiffie!" she says as she rubs her pussy under the covers."Well, Frank, since you watched me, it's only fair if I watch you do it."So, I. “We can’t really hide anything from each other.”“Well I don’t think you want to see my boner...” I muttered, and turned around, still subtly pulling my T-shirt down to cover my crotch. She looked at me, pouting, but only slightly. “Don’t make assumptions on what I do and don’t want.” she said. Then she put her arms around my neck, and pulled her body in close to mine. There she swayed back and forth, making me even harder. I looked down at her face to see that she was smirking. She knew exactly.