"Sally stood, her arms at her sides."Put your hands behind your head," I said.My wife laced her fingers behind her head. Lifting up her arms showed he... breasts to good effect.I sat in the chair behind my cute wife. I patted the denim on her soft, pretty butt. Then I unfastened the top of her pants, and pulled them down around her sneaker-clad feet.Now almost all of my wife, including her flower-covered panties and pale thighs, could be seen by the three of us. I rubbed my hands on the side of. I know it could be just habit, but I have broken worse habits than this. Why did I not think it was important for Mike to be first person on my mind in any situation where I was emotional? Before I could finish my line of thought Mike spoke up."I am not your emotional partner, emotional anchor after all this time." his shoulder suddenly drooped, "You have two different set of relationship going on and I am tired of it. You have nice financial, sexual and social relationship going on with me and. It had long sleeves,ending up in built-in heavy cuffs and a heavy lockable collar, bothfinished with hot pink lace. White leather lockable belt went around mytiny waist. She motioned me towards Her, and I minced across the bedroomto the bed. She applied locks to the ankle cuffs of the pumps, flap ofthe corset that hid the laces, cuffs at the end of the sleeves locking inthe gloves, and, zipping up the back of the dress, She locked zipper andthe collar around my neck, locking my gagged head. "Sounds good," she replied, "Dad has some small boxes downstairs."When she came back I was surprised at the smallness of there size. "Whyso small?" I asked"Fill one with books," she said. "Then try and lift it."I did as she said and I now understood. The box was heavy. If the boxhad been any bigger it would be too heavy to move. I tested the boxshe'd created full of CD's and that was equally heavy.The evening passed quickly. At the meal Anna's parents treated me justlike a member of the family..