I sugested that we went into town that evening for a few drinks. We went into a bar I knew, and as soon as we sat down 2 bar girls sat next to us. W... bought them a drink, coloured water of course, whilst we drank scotch. As soon as their drinks were on the table, they undid our flies and took out our cocks. of course, we were both hard in seconds but I was more interested in seeing my new friends cock. It looked exactly the same as mine, fairly thick, about 7inches plus with a naked head. . A blindfold taped across my eyes and thick silken restraints bound my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. No words were to be spoken. I was not in control, far from it, but I was there voluntarily. I had given myself over to the unseen entity known as “The Hands”, someone who knew how to control, to use a woman, to push her beyond. Hours it would last, many, many hours of defilement. My big tits were getting a work over, random slaps that broke the silence with loud thwacks, each one followed. Which, and I’m certainly not a misogynist, was frightening. Damn shame really, because she was in every other sense a wonderful person. A little too touchy-feely my ex-wife thought, but not in a way that I thought was either embarrassing or over the top.Indeed, I suspect she’d been the subject of many’s a naughty though or worse. So although I braced myself a little for the whirlwind now approaching I have to admit to not being too dismayed.“Mandy, how nice to see you, unexpected as well,” I. .."? I nodded rapidly, but I knew that I was now on the vinegar strokes and at the point of no return! It was at this point that the woman in front grabbed her handbag and coat and hissed, "I'm sick and tired of listening to you pair constantly whispering to each other! Really! I'm going to go and sit somewhere else..."! It was as she stood that she turned to face us, kneeling up on her seat, that she gasped in shock as she saw us; a man in his mid 50s involved in mutual masturbation with.