My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I felt movement in front and behind me and breathed deeply to assure myself that...these scents were the ones so familiar to me. They were. My two lovers were here. I was certain of that. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud. She fitted the pantsloosely on him and stuffed his feet into a pair of her highest heels,black patent leather, open toed ankle straps with five inch heels!There would be no mistaking Timmy's feet now, the gloss red nailsshined at the toes even through the pantyhose as he teetered on thehigh stiletto heels after she buckled him in tight! "You know how towalk in heels by now don't you prissy?" she asked. "I'd better see youmincing and swinging your pretty ass when you walk," she hissed.She. It was soaking wet and I smiled at my husband…Before taking my seat, I Put a finger down inside the hem of my dress; rubbed it between my labia and then I just put that naughty finger onto Victor’s lips.My husband smiled and I pulled out my fingers from his lips as the waiter came back with the check.Victor then intentionally dropped the pen under our table. He asked the guy to get it for him. When he disappeared under the tablecloth, I spread wide my thighs under the table. I was sure he could. Yeah, we dress well, but underneath the clothes, despite what we’ve accomplished, we’re still just guys from the hood. Before we started this our lives were on a far different track.”Two photos flashed up on the screen behind them. Mug-shot photos of each. While they looked at the pictures Miguel and Michael would be taking off their coats and shirts, leaving them in white “wife-beater” tees, showing off their tattoos complete with gang tags.“This was us before we turned our lives around. If we.