“I like the feeling but wanted to make sure of your intentions.”I was confused at that point and started to pull my hand away. But she put her han... over mine, “It’s OK,” she said. “Keep your hand there.” She smiled brightly at me, as if she hadn’t invited me to touch her in a very private place, while we sat in a very public place. We had more coffee. I moved my hand further up her thigh, meeting no resistance. I wanted to stay there, heading for her pussy with my hand, but she said, “Let’s go. "I could sense a 'but' coming."What about Brenda?" I asked again."Well ... I'm afraid that she didn't lie about that, Sean. Brenda has married Aiden and there is a son. John, I believe they have called him."The hope that I had rejoiced at, the hope that I had nurtured so carefully and that had spurred me on to make my escape from the dungeon, was suddenly and cruelly extinguished.It is hard to describe the pain I felt at that moment. Somehow I had convinced myself that Hassan had been lying. Dropping the toy at your masters feet, your wet with desire and your master asks "roll over puppy!"Your mind is reeling, will he lick me, will he fuck me - owe how I love to feel him throbbing deep within me.He lowers his hand, inserting two fingers into my hot honeypot, gauging my wetness.He then takes the heavy chain and starts to insert it into my moist honeypot - I give him a quizzing look as my leash which now extends tightly against my neck, between my breasts, over my abs, buried deep. In spite of my shaky feeling I felt my cock spring back to a huge hard-on again. I too started to love it. I was letting another man see my lovely wife’s genitals. “Vishy ask him to come in and get a closer look please” Malavika whispered. I gestured to the man to come close and asked him ” Do you like to get inside the car?” I noticed that although older than me, he looked more nervous and embarrassed. He declined to come in saying it won’t look good. I even remember blurting out something.