Then Sam was talking again, “Fine, go ahead pull out the rope.” I looked up as Sam shifted, moving so she was sitting on her knees and her arms we...e stretched behind her. The lights from the ceiling above cast a shadow down on us, so that I couldn’t see past Sam’s outline. I could see her eyes twinkling down at me, a hint of something else twisting her mouth. Confused, I put my hands down on the counter and started lifting myself up, still dizzy and my head swimming, when I felt rough hands. My wife came over and kissed me and when she broke the kiss she said "CUM IN HIS ASS BABY FILL HIS ASS FULL OF YOUR HOT CUM BABY FOR ME" I started pumping my cock harder faster and deeper into his ass. "FUCK HIS ASS LIKE YOU FUCK MY ASS BABY FUCK IT GOOD BABY FUCKING IT BABY FUCK HIS ASS" I was there I was ready to cum and just as I was saying it "IM CUMMING OH DAMN BABY I AM CUMMING" I head his scream out "OH YES SUCK MY COCK IM CUMMING" "OH YEA FUCK MY ASS FILL IT WITH YOUR CUM OH GOD YES" We. “Cassandra Pleshette,” she said. “Gary Hanson,” I responded, trying to make my staring at her body a little less obvious. She was wearing a short frilly pink dress that barely reached mid-thigh. A doll’s dress, it looked like. Then there were those fantastic legs of hers, long and sensual in black hose. “What do you do, Gary?” she asked. “I’m in advertising. An account executive.” She beamed. I’m in. An older woman and what appeared to be her teenaged daughter emerged, retrieving several carrier bags bearing the logo of various up-market fashion houses. A man climbed out of the driver's side, locked the Bentley then joined them."I can't wait to see this outfit on you, Olivia," the woman extolled. "All the heads will turn when we take you to La Bohème later on this evening."Penrose discreetly photographed them on his phone then approached."Mister Wilson?" Yes." The man turned, looking.