We were throwing around ideas and fantasies, pictures and pet names. Fucking at her workplace in front of her coworkers, treating her as a slut, fuck...ng in front of her boyfriend, all sort of experiences for someone who was exploring her hotwife status. At some point I spit out the idea of actually making the 500-mile road trip to her house and fulfill every idea that she had been putting out in text. And we played with that because it very much played into our fantasies and hit all the. It’s taking me a minute to process.’ She fucking laughs at me again, and that’s what brings me back to the surface. ‘Frankie…’ I swallow another time. ‘I…I just…’ I can’t do it. I shake my head. I think I might actually cry, I’m so fucking happy and probably a pansy-assed motherfucker but I don’t really care at the moment. I press my mouth to hers and it finally comes out barely a whisper, in between kisses. ‘I love you. So much. Always have.’ Frankie wraps her arms tight around me and. It was tight around her plump ass and short enough to provide easy access to all hey delicious parts. It was good that she was a little tipsy on wine or she may not have agreed to wear it. But after a little convincing she tried it on and agreed she looked stunning in it. She teased me that I better not leave her alone as guys would make moves on her all night.Anyway, we went for a nice dinner where I made sure she had plenty of wine and was quite high. Then, I suggested we go for a drink to a. Let go of her, Frank." Frank let Betty's ankles go and got up off her arms. She rolled over on her front and kneeled, her arms crossed across her breasts, her knees pressed together. Frank held her arms, while Carmen pulled off her tee shirt and wrapped it around her wrists, for padding. Then he bound them together tightly with friction tape. They dragged.