He told her to “sit with her hands on the table and not to move them at all no matter what.” She again did as she was told. He in turn calling ove... the waiter, who approached, and stood attentively. “Carlos, I want you to reach under madams skirt and check she is wearing my special jewellery. Without as much as a smile the tall Spaniard bent to his task, His cold hand sliding up to her sex along her leg, his cool touch finding both clamp grips, and then her clitorise, all without even a slight. During the times when we werent fucking my wifes mouth, David and I would take our choice of Margies ass or cunt, fucking each hole vigorously and lustfully. David several times took up the ink marker to write more degrading filth on my wifes body. Across her back, with an arrow pointing to her ass-hole, he had written, THE DEVILS FUCK HOLE, while across her forehead he had written the single word, SLUT. The whole time that we were fucking Margie, she was subjected to a barrage of filthy and. Soon it was erect and jammed between our bellies. She grinned wickedly at me. 'Seems like something's ready for mischief right now!' 'You're a wicked woman, getting me all steamed up,' I told her. 'Good job you have Sarah to take care of it,' she laughed. She maintained the pressure of her hips and made no objection when I let my hands drift down to her ass but, after a few more dances, she stepped back and told me she needed a drink. Following her to the bar, I sighed as Dave reclaimed his. He might have noticed my guy come in, and he might even recognize a picture of the guy, but he wouldn't remember where he sat and who he talked to.Even if he didn't recall it, the images were in his mind and I could find them.It just wasn't much fun for him."Are you ready?" "O'po." (Yes, sir) "Get it over with." I pushed him tightly into the back of his chair and grabbed his chin to ensure he would not look away.I could read surface thoughts, tinker with his beliefs or push a command without.