My startled brain came to life. That 'someone' was not in my dream, she was real. Now I really was awake! I had a hold of Sarah not just a hold, but I...was fondling her flannel covered breast. I moved my hand away like it was on fire. BANG BANG BANG! "Just a minute, I'll be right there." I was wearing pajama bottoms that I had found in the dresser. Not just any pajama bottoms, but black silk pajama bottoms with red hearts on them! I slowly got untangled from Sarah. She just let out a soft moan. I hoped Nadia was OK. She was. And so was Frederico.She had invited him back to our room - I couldn't believe it. Shamed by mybonds I tried to hide my hands, but Nadia already had the light on and wasintroducing me! "This is my husband," she explained. "You said you wanted tomeet him Fredi... well here he is, trussed up and ready like you said!" Ifelt a wave of cold shock come over me, and collapsed to my knees, my boundarms sticking out helplessly in front of me. "Stand up darling," I heard. Even Semine got a visit from her local police to confirm that I was with her the weekend we reported Vivian missing. Oh and they didn’t just take Semine’s word for it either the Danish police questioned several people we saw that weekend. It wasn’t until the French newspapers picked the story up that Vivian turned up again, she was in a clinic somewhere in the middle of France. All the police could — or would – tell me, was that she was physically fine but somewhat confused. Confused was to. I wondered if he knew she "played" without him. Then I remembered her perfect tits and figured, what the hell! I rang her doorbell around 12:30 that night. Within seconds she answered the door, wearing a housecoat. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming" she said. I told her I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for my wife to fall asleep. She suggested we go for a dip in the hot tub. I laughed..."I didn't bring a bathing suit!" She slipped off her housecoat to reveal her naked.