Would I satisfy her? Would I please her? Would she discipline me for some slip or slight, real or imagined? Would she leave me on the brink, whining w...th need and incomplete until I had abased myself sufficiently? Actually, I never left there without the sense of release that had amazed me from the first, and had now become now become infinitely more fulfilling.With Margaret's authorization I kept up my fitness regime, jogging, going to the gym, toning my body for Margaret to enjoy. I spent. He told Corky, “Make it a double.” She looked at me. I nodded. Corky turned her back as she left out the vodka. Needn’t have bothered, Clemson’s eyes were locked onto my chest. Good.He was nursing his Coors Light. Two things wrong with his choice of brews. Coors. Light.I sipped my drink, shook my head, “Whew, that’s strong.” Clemson smiled at the sissy.I asked, in a tone that suggested interest, “So what do you do for a living?”“IT. Group VP at Sprint.”“Impressive.”Modest shrug. Another glance. She would lift her hotel work dress, pull her pants down and bend her over the bed or shelf and we would do each other in a furtive passionate sex rush, like randy dogs on heat. She would always have a wet cunt ready for cock insertion and would go for it with fury, building up a perspiration glow and moan with pleasure in sequence with every cock thrust. I particularly like the way she would lose her composure as I fondled her loverly melon breasts squeezing her pointed brown nipples under her. As if on cue just as I finish draining my cum on her, I hear a key in the front door. It is Mark arriving and letting himself in just as I told him. I get off the bed and step into the wardrobe. Through the louvred slats I have a perfect view of the bed. Mark walks into the room and seeing my wife tied to the bed he immediately strips off. Soon he is standing there in just a pair of my wife's sheer pantyhose that I had given him and told him to wear. I have told him to expect a nice surprise.