The night progressed like this every time the conversations moved away from me and Sarah would tell me it had been too long since she'd last had sex. ... couldn’t believe it, the girl of my dreams was telling me how long it had been since she had had sex. If she carried on like this all weekend I was going to go insane. I enjoyed my night, trying to put her comments out of my mind. It wasn’t that difficult what with the alcohol flowing nicely and the fading light allowing us to relax more,. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement. Anticipation. Arousal. Desire. Nervous. A slight shiver of fear. Most of all love. I know that I am going to spend the next hour or so probably tied up and forced to do lord only knows what. I am almost positive that somehow this is all playing out exactly how my devious husband planned it. I wouldnt be surprised at all to find out that he saw the whole interaction between me and the masseuse since he was the one who hired her. Speaking of her, I. "No, you have to go first, Emily. I know Brenda is really willing already. It's you I'm doubting. You go first, then I'll do it with Brenda, after." Do it, Emily. You'll like it. He's not going to change his mind. I already told you he wouldn't." Brenda was already pleading with Emily. She sounded like someone who knew it was unlikely that she'd get what she was asking for. It was more her going through the motions than her having any expectation of getting her way."I can't Brenda. I already. ” You hump my leg harder, banging the table, and now at least four other tables are looking over in disgust. One points it out to a waiter, who walks briskly towards us. “So close baby, fuck!” you whisper harshly into my ear. Then... you cum. You arch your back a little, and grind against my leg with one long slide. I slam my fingers inside of you and stay there, as your walls clench and unclench around my fingers. You’re making guttural noises and incoherent mumblings, and then finally slump.