With that he grabbed one of his neckties from the closet and grabbed his wife’s hands, bringing them up over her head and wrapping the tie around th...m before tying them up to the headboard. Liz looked up at her husband, kneeling over her and laughed. Very funny, baby, you can untie me now, she told him. The look on Chris’s face told her it wasn’t a joke. He smiled down at her and said, today it’s my turn to tell you what to do and for you to do it, remember? She watched as he rubbed his cock. I walk into the bedroom and there is my surprise, my wife, fen and my Black fuck buddy all waiting all dressed the same, all bent over asses up stroking their pussies, next I was directed to a chair in the corner once they had stripped me, then was my real surprise all three of them started to play with each other all I could do was just wank and stare as these ladies really went for, there was tongues everywhere all over each other's nipples and pussies, after being away all I could do was. 'So tell me', he asked, 'You having a meal before I fuck you, or would you like me to fuck you while you eat'?Nothing was registering with me, I knew he was being offensive and threatening, and as I lifted my hand out of the chip bag, he took hold of my wrist and guided my hand to his mouth, where he ate the contents, and then guided my hand downwards to where his penis was out and made me grab hold of him.He crushed against my body and started to kiss me, while holding my wrist made me wank. Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickle, the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the.