She pulled my cuffed hands over the back of the chair and sat me down hard."Now Willow, you will see the 'dark' side of your fantasy! Michael, you can...come out now!"Then out of the bathroom adjoining our bedroom came Mike. Mike was a friend of ours, a backstage director of our local theater. And he came out with a huge smile on his face."Hello, Willow," he said.He was wearing just a pair of burgundy bikini briefs. Through them I could see the outline of a huge cock, at least 9 inches while just. .S.Ssssorry!" I sobbed. She back handed me again."Fucking little cunt." I pushed up further off the seat supported only by my hands. My left hand started getting wet from the spreading pool of piss."Worthless piece of shit! Christ it reeks!" She made a hard right turn into a supermarket parking lot to the blaring of horns. The piss soaked jeans were already cold against my leg. I could feel the shit in my underwear slosh under my ass. Some of it was starting to inch out under the elastic. She had probably had one to many awhile ago. Mathew was glad they lived just around the block and had wisely decided to walk home. The exercise and air would do them both good. Jamie continued her teasing all the way home. What she didn’t know, was that Mathew had expected her performance and had made preparations. Once they had arrived home, he poured two more glasses of wine and handed one to Jamie. “Sit here and drink this. I am going upstairs and will call you when you are to come. The wine. Eventually Carla sat down by his waist facing him. She had noticed him looking at her legs, and ensured that they remained in full view. She placed her fingers on the inside of his thigh and began talking to him in her deep and husky voice,‘So, you’ve been a naughty boy have you?’ she asked rhetorically, whilst increasing the pressure with her hands. Paul said nothing but struggled visibly against his restraints. He was used to controlling and dominating women, not the other way round, and even.