“Come on Angie, get up there and spread them wide.” One of the guys said.With her heart racing Angie climbed up, lay on her back and spread her le...s so wide that her feet were hanging over the sides of the table. She was surrounded by young men all wanting a good look at her pussy and most of them wanted photographs to refresh their memories when they were next wanking.Angie had closed her eyes just waiting to see what the guys would do to her. She was expecting and hoping that it would be just. The girl chained to the wall in the basement is, in reality, Barrington. The man that we met with is Sharon, or at least used to be Sharon. Part of the deal with Sharon was that she receive 5 million dollars of Barrington's assets, and turns the remainder over to me. She's secure for the rest of her, or rather his, life. The real Barrington, now Sharon, will spend the rest of her days as a captive of men like she used to be. The real Sharon made a tape, like yours, while she still occupied her. I asked them what they thought of my wife wearing stockings to work. That got them going, asking her if the men at work got any special treats. If she teased or had any that got to see more. Then one of them suggested maybe she more thanm teased and just love to spread those thighs. The guy next to her asked his mates if they wanted to see more, they nodded their approval. He leant towards her, kissing her on the cheek, asking if he could now have a proper feel of her stockinged thighs. she. Bonnie and Jackie Lee weren't predators. All it would have required would have been giving them a subtle indication, once we got there, that there was no interest, on our side, in anything extra. We'd still have had gracious hosts for the next 48 hours.We all agreed, though, that the signals had been conveyed, and that our acceptance would have strongly suggested that we were ready to play. At that point, wouldn't not playing have been insensitive?Kim was the only one of us, though, who wasn't.