After a short while she stopped struggling as her arms grew tired. Thoughts of what is going to happen to her raced through her mind and all she wante... was just to go home.Someone whispered in her ear. "If you cooperate with us we won't hurt you, and after the party you can go."As she continued to hang there loud music started to play, jerking her back to reality. A DJ started talking."Okay, people, let's get this party started, by introducing...the captured girl-next-door act!"The bag was. There were some congratulations and good wishes until…someone figured me out. That took some of the fun out of it (for me) but the feeling was still there and we enjoyed it. I was, again, quizzed by some of the wives, a little about how I felt about dressing that way, some about ‘if’ I could, would I? Same answer. It was obvious that my man was indeed hung. There were comments and some questions about that, mostly about his size and, ‘How the hell do you…uh…handle that…back…uh…you. In response, Jenny threw a towel at her."Okay," Michelle said in a commanding tone, "that's enough. It's time to get serious." She frowned, then glanced around. "Wasn't Anya going to come along for the ride?"Gwen shook her head. "Nah, she said she didn't want to be a distraction."Jenny snorted again. "Yeah, she probably figured your two distractions were more than enough!"* * * * *Surprisingly, at least to Michelle, Gwen - even with her ultra-curvy body - was doing very well. Her. The skin was somewhat dry and flaky, but she seemed to do a great job keeping them clean. I was about to start the worshipping when suddenly I noticed that she was sniffing a lot. ‘Do you do weed?’ she asked. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ I exclaimed. ‘In fact, I’m stoned out of my fucking mind right now!’ ‘Really?!’ she responded, smiling and showing enthusiasm toward me for the first time. ‘Yes! Do you do weed, too?!’ ‘I did. I was an every day user until my husband left me a few months ago, and I haven’t.