I ordered a pot of coffee and toast with some fruit and as I sat thinking about my feelings for Harry, I wondered if I could go back to my life with m... husband, or if I could stay here and become a wife or a mistress to Harry. God knows I would do anything he wanted of me, and I never felt that way with my husband. I never felt so uninhibited I my life as I did with Harry, or as fulfilled either. Maybe I should just tell my husband I found someone new. I then come to my senses and started. By the fireplace, we have a wingback chair which the girls call the “head chair,” I have seen it used and been in it many times. Not surprisingly, there was Char, still in her bikini, on her knees giving some head to another ripped guy who was totally nude. From my view, I could her head bobbing up and down on his ample cock. He was easily seven-inches, hard as a rock, but she was taking him pretty deep. Of all three of the girls, Char can deep throat the biggest cock so this guy seemed to be. There was a place in the back to place a padlock. Once that was in place the belt could not be removed without the key. ?You are each going to put one of these on and wear it. It?s suppose to be impossible to remove, but if I even get the idea that you have tried to tamper with them I?ll put all the pictures that I just took on the internet so your friends can see what good little fags you are. You are going to wear them the rest of this week and through the weekend. When we come back to. She had just finished putting out another chair for them.“Have a seat,” Betsy said.“Thanks,” George said.Bess sat down and then said, “You mentioned that you wanted to talk to us?”Betsy realized George wasn’t going to sit down until after she did. She sat down, and gestured to the empty chair. He took a seat and then looked at her expectantly.“I was intending to go over to your place later, and save you a walk,” Betsy said.George said, “Bess told me that you swam here from Oahu, and got here.