" Fortunately, that's not much," Lisa said, wetting her lips as she smirked. I decided she was teasing and just rolled my eyes before extending my arm... She took it and we walked to the car.On the drive, Lisa talked about how excited she was, and about some of the restaurants she'd eaten at and really enjoyed. She mentioned the names of a couple of the guys that had taken her, without explaining who they were beyond a couple of quips like "he liked seafood—couldn't get enough," or "David always. The quiet calm of having the earphones removed was sweet relief to my addled mind.I hated myself, at that moment, for just how happy I was to be able to see her face again, to lose my worries and doubts and discomforts in her eyes, to so quickly forget the agony I had been left in for her amusement. It was the briefest glance, as Miss continued to move around me. Behind me once more, she pulled heavily down on the rope, stretching my arms even more, pulling me up on the limit of my toes. It. She ran her fingers up the length of the blade. ?Though,? she walked over carefully, one step at a time until she’d reached him. ?This is another aspect of BDSM. Blood play.? She set the cold blade against his skin and drew it down over a vein in his arm, crimson blood dripping down in the light. Closing his eyes, Juan hissed out a breath. She drew the blade down the length of his forearm until she’d reached the wrist joint. He didn’t scream, but his body tensed up, muscles flexed. Toes. I hoped that he was getting as much pleasure as I was, eagerly I let him take me back to the changing room building, he walked straight up to the group of youths and pushed me forward."My wife wants to be gang-banged while I watch." he said to them.At first they thought he was joking, but then they realised he was serious and lost no time in grabbing me and literally dragging me inside with my husband strolling along behind. I never knew their names, nor did I care, with no time wasted on.