''I am sorry'' I say, ''a little too much I think''When i return from the loo I stop to talk to him again and ask him if he woulld like to join us for...a nightcapSure he repliesHe sits down with us and introduce himself as Bruno on holiday from GermanyA hunky good looking tanned blond and just up my streetI came straight to the point and told him that I wanted him to fuck me in front of my husband in our roomHe looked shocked and excited as i put my hand on his crotch and could feel a large semi. Bob, a middle-aged Canadian tourist on his first time in Lincoln, Nebraska, locates the red light district and enters a large brothel.The madam asks him to be seated and sends over a young lady to entertain the client. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she gasps and runs away!Seeing this, the madam sends over a more experienced lady to entertain the gentleman. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink. He gave a tentative pull to the beams nailed to the door housing and frowned when they gave slightly. Frowning deeper, he locked the door with a satisfying click. Neither barrier was strong enough to withstand a dedicated person trying to enter. Neither would stop a determined intruder. For whatever reason, the Red Guard were definitely determined.He considered further barricading the door but, really, nothing would physically stop the Reds. Besides, he needed to try thinking like the Red Guard. Like maybe he’d finish fucking me. Oh, God! Did I just think that? Uncle Mitch flipped me over on my back and threw his end of the leash down on the bed. He hadn’t told me to move, and so I just lay there while he pulled my panties off. He had a hard time getting them off over the buckles on my boots. Thank goodness for elastic, I guess. Uncle Mitch stood at the foot of the bed and spread my legs so he was standing between them. Looking up at him standing between my legs I was amazed to see.