As soon as I entered the metal room with my two captors, a dim light turned itself on in the ceiling and I felt the floor drop gently. We were in an e...evator. I guessed that this was the means by which they had entered the room but the realization did little to reassure me. Why did the house of 75 year old Ariadne Thorn in the English countryside need secret elevators? Furthermore, who were these women and what did they want with me? I would discover the answer to the last question soon after. Now the real fun began.Chapter 3:Jack and I got up and let the two black guys sit by our wives in the booth. After some light hearted talk we noticed their hands going up our wives legs and wrapping their other arms around the wife of their choice.Jean still had that sort of dazed look, like a deer caught in a head lights, but the drinks kind of settled her down. Finally Barb, Jack and their guy took off for a private room. Then Winston got up, offered his hand to my wife and the three of us. ” She runs her finger along the scar. “At least my pussy is still in great condition though!” She smiles – again the smile falls somewhere between air-hostess friendly, and middle-aged wannabe dogfucker ... Very sexy.She moves from her scar to her panties and slips them off quickly to give us our first glimpse of that pussy she’s so proud of. It’s certainly well looked after – hair trimmed short, bikini line waxed, not a stray pube in sight.She brings her hands to her bra, placing one over each. I can tell you've never been with a shemale before. I'm glad to have the privilege of taking your virginity. Don't worry, I'll be gentle!" She laughed evilly. I tried to back away but she had a hold of my shirt and pulled it off, then she wrapped her strong arms around me and started kissing me, forcing her tongue past my lips. I was getting hornier but still a little scared, and I was trembling and my arm and leg muscles felt funny and weak. I couldn't fight her off, and wasn't sure I wanted.