"Well ... um ... you have tits ... I mean breasts." I felt my face become flushed."It's okay," she said. "I call them tits too." And you have a waist ...ow and a killer ass." Killer ass?" What?" You said I have a killer ass." Oh, well ... um..." Thanks, Tommy!" she said with a giant smile."You're welcome," I said. It was the easiest way to end the conversation."Am I sexy?"Enough of this!I said, "You should go to bed now." Mom's not home until eleven." Tomorrow is school." What about you?" I'm. That’s good, I said to myself. Nothing sexy.My husband sent me to the porch, where Sani was already waiting. He was still feeling upset that his wife will be spending the night with another guy. He kissed my lips.“Honey, Jeremy said you aren’t allowed to call me. I hope you understand. Sani here will fetch me tomorrow, once I’m done. You don’t have to worry, darling. I love you, and will always will”“Ok,” he replied. Then addressing to our driver, “Sani I want you to make sure Ma’am is safe. Then, still gagged, she gasped and panted as they pulled her back to the worn mattress and tied her wrists and ankles to the metal bedstead. They used soft, colored scarfs that held but didn't hurt her as much as the ropes. Then, they stood there staring, devouring her spread-eagle form with their eyes. She knew it was a shameful, provocative picture; red garter-belt, black hose and heels, her blonde cunt gaping wide; like something out of a cheap girlie magazine.Then, in humiliation, she. My wrists are cuffed to the top of the bed posts, spread wide. My ankles are cuffed to the foot board posts. I’m laying there on the bed in a giant X. I have a ball gag in my mouth. I can’t talk, though I can mumble out slightly. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I trust this man that I’m with. I can’t see him, of course. I can’t even hear him. Where is he? Is he even in the room still? I stir lightly against my chains, testing how secure they are. I find quickly I’m not going.