” She sat on the edge of the bed, opened the bag, and retrieved my book, handing it to me. She left the bag open and I could plainly see severa... other items. A pair of padded handcuffs, the key still in the lock, sat atop a pile of what appeared to be silk scarves. There was also a strip of solid black cloth, neatly stitched at the edges and about eight or nine inches long and three or four inches wide. I t had an elastic band attached—clearly a blind fold. Obviously, she meant for me. I looked into her expectant eyes and stumbled with my words then admitted for the first time in my life “Yes, I told you, you could be her twin,” I paused before the truth came out, “in every way.”Pearly glossed lips left a print on my cheek, “Thank you old man, I needed to hear that.”“I’m not that damn old.”She flashed another beautiful smile “I know, and you look a hell of a lot younger than 41, all my friends think you’re hot. A couple of them wouldn’t mind having you for a daddy, a sugar. She grabbed the base of his sizable cock and began to stroke his shaft then lunged forward and enveloped the now revealed head of his cock. I'm not sure what I was more disgusted by: the fact that my wife was sucking on my friends cock right in front of my eyes; the fact that my friend was doing nothing to stop this, in fact he was enjoying it, running his fingers through her hair; or the fact that I really should have enquired as to what exactly my wife did to earn as much money as she did. The sounds of the city were so clear and so near.My mind conjured a presence, someone watching from one of the overlooking windows. Someone from the restaurant maybe. Perhaps an Italian boy masturbating while spying on this girl being fucked like a slut in a piss-stenched alley. I wanted it, I wanted to be seen. The very thought sent a warm quiver of bliss through me.My own climax arrived barely seconds before I felt Charles erupt inside me. I tried to hold on, grabbing the harsh London.