My wife, Lilly and I were out with a couple of friends of ours, Amanda and Chase, to have a cook out and a few drinks. We had talked about the idea of...inviting another woman into our bed for a for a couple of years - by talking about it, I mean we would talk about it while we were having sex - it always seemed to get us off fast that I could tell that Lilly really liked the idea. But I didn’t really think she would ever actually do it, mainly because all we ever did was talk about it instead of. ”“Yes, sir,” she said, lifting her skirt and bending over as he had instructed, exposing her naked, glistening sex.“No panties? You are a little slut, aren’t you?”“Yes, sir. I’m yours to use.” It made her smile to think her original idea was that he came with the room. Now it appeared that it was the other way around. “The Presidential Suite comes furnished with a personal escort to do with whatever you wish.”“Is that so?” Mac asked, grinning.“Yes, sir. Nothing is off-limits to you. I’m yours. The shelves hanging on my walls were laying on the ground, and my clothes were out of the drawers torn asunder, my mattress was over turned and the stuffing as hanging out. I called the apartment manager and had him call the police.The police arrived and started looking around the place, looking for evidence or fingerprints I suppose, I don’t quite know how policemen work. They took a few items and left my apartment, they gave me a card to call.“we’ll be in touch if something comes up, thank. We were talking about our fantasies, our sexual bucket list. You know the type of thing, our deepest, darkest secrets and I mentioned something about being with a guy again. When she quizzed me, I told her about the times that I’d enjoyed with you and she got really turned on by it. She also has this fantasy about being cuckolded but not humiliated, like it usually is in porn films. More like, she’s made to watch me with someone else, a sort of forced voyeur. So it was her idea that she watched.