”She didn’t say anything to that but she did give me a weird look. I don’t know what that meant.Then I said, “So how did you end up in Narnia?...��And she said, “I’m not sure. I think I did it the usual way. You know, I crawled through a wardrobe. I’m having a bit of a problem remembering things.”And I said, “I don’t know what a wardrobe is.”And she said, “It’s for hanging clothes. In America you call them closets. In England they get called wardrobes.”So I said, “Oh,” because I never knew that. .I called my frined who incidently stayed 2-3 km from my house and cooked up that my wife wants to go to market and since i am stuck up in office …if he could help to which he agreed readily .I reached an hour before the set time and got myself hidden under the bed from where the bed in the other room was clearly visible. My wife dropped my son to our friends place so that we can enjoy everything peacefully without any hinderance .My friend came after all the platform was set and my wife was. Compared to what she'd been showing off today, the skirt might as well have been eighty feet long and fully covering her skin, but coming to just below her knees, it was considered almost racy in her household. As for shoes, she opted to wear a pair of sandals she'd bought for this coming summer. After brushing her hair, she dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She'd missed lunch and her stomach was starting to revolt. She appeased it with a quick sandwich and glass of orange juice, then. You will tease and fuck my girl with whatever finger, cock or toy she fancies, for as long as she needs, wherever she needs, but you don't cum until she says so," my man explained.A nod was all we needed.Upstairs, we'd laid out the toys and lubes on the dresser.Stripping off, I sat on the bed, legs wide, resting back on my hands so my boobs were pointing towards the mirror above the dressing table. I watched as Rick browsed the toys, and smiled as they were explained by my man."Nipple clamps,.