He hoped this would make them as excited as he was and they could now do some celebratory fucking. God, damn, he was the luckiest man alive to be in l...ve with two gorgeous, wonderful women, who, by the way, could not get enough of him. ‘We have enough money to live on,’ Jane said, ‘And more to fall back on if we need it.’ She had money from Walt’s accident settlement and his life insurance, which she kept in reserve. ‘But we’ll be rich,’ Marc insisted. ‘Rich.’ ‘I don’t want to be rich, Marc.’. Things had turned drastically to the slave role for me! Was I ready to allow them to restrain me? Who knew what would come next? I knew I should stop now, and set parameters, a safe word. But I was incredibly turned on. The thought of bring constrained while they used me was a burning in my crotch. I felt light headed, and excited. And so it was that my ankles were cuffed to my wrists, over my head, and my ass and balls were exposed, me helpless to prevent any action this couple wanted to. No running tonight, I promise."We order drinks, and wine, and food, and the whole restaurant meltsaway in the background as we talk, and flirt. Our knees are touching bythe amuse-bouche, his fingers grazing against mine by the starter.We're holding hands under the table as we wait for the main course, andI feel his thumb stroking my knee through my stockings as the nextbottle of wine arrives.Wayne makes the conversation flow, and I let him talk, often holding myhead in the palm of my hand and. "You look like you just stepped out of 'Gone With the Wind', Scarlett."Kirsten's hoop skirt must have been close to six feet across; it arched up to a tiny waist, which was almost overwhelmed by Kirsten's large bosom almost popping out of the very low neckline. "I didn't know that was your dream," Jackie commented."Oh, it's not so much the antebellum south with the darkies running all around that was appealing," Kirsten said, the dark curls of the red wig wiggling beneath her bonnet, "As it was.