We catch some fish. Tammy (the other wife) even puts on a little show pushing a small bait minnow completely up her pussy. I dare her to see how many ...he can push up inside of herself. She actually got a dozen crammed up there before she stopped in a bit of a panic wondering how she would get them all back out again. So instead of minnows I used a fairly large mullet we had caught (a nice long rounded fish) as a dildo sliding it in and out of my very wet snatch actually enjoying the mild pain. I began to feel my cock harden & Sonia pussy was dripping with anticipation. There were about seven guys in the room all dressed provocatively, at least those that were dressed. Two guys were already on one of the couches in a 69 position sucking each other.Kathy greeted us and started some introductions. Without asking what we would like to drink, a glass of beer for me & a glass of wine for Sonia was handed to us by a sickly looking thin guy. “Drink up and enjoy,” he cheerfully said.“As you. (Maybe I have yet to come to terms with this, I feel guilty still about what I did next, it was me who instigated him fucking me.)I reached down and held his cock in my hand. It was very wet and pink and it felt much different than a man would. My hand was trembling as I held him. I slowly started to rub it a bit, slowly at first then a little faster and he soon started humping again. I knew if I kept stroking him he was going to orgasm and I didn't want him to, (at least not yet anyway, I was. But, he was in bondage. A captive. In a dark cellar. A dungeon!A creak of an opening door. The light blinded him. "Hör' zu," the voice said. "Liss-ten. Vee holding you prison. Hostage, maybe. Let you free if police let free Gudrun." It was a low-pitched woman's voice. Ominous, threatening, but promising... what?Four walls. Crumbling plaster revealing dirty brickwork. Cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. And the woman -- in her early thirties maybe, dark-haired, voluptuous, darkly menacing.A surge.