By now I was full of drink and replied I would love to see him fuck my wife. He was quite suprised so I told him of my fantasy, which actually involve... more than one man! He asked me if I had ever told her, I said she was way too reserved, even when drunk! He then told me to wait where I was and walked off. He came back a few minutes later and told me he had something in his pocket that would make her do whatever we asked. I asked him what it was and he told me it was the latest date rape drug.. " "Please don't ask me how I got into this business. That question feels so judgmental to me." "I won't, I promise." "Thank you." "Besides, it would be awfully hypocritical for me to get judgmental about your profession. After all, I am here enjoying your services." "Michael, the more I get to know you the more I like you." "I like you too, Chantel." "I'm glad." "It's not a religious medal. It's a silver pendant with an inscription on it. My wife and I bought it this past weekend in San. I noticed that Ms. ‘A’ was looking at me with a amusing expression on her face. I think she enjoyed my growing blush as I quickly looked askance, the blush my outward sign of being caught with my hand in the cookie jar. A cookie jar worth enjoying as I was to find out later. After being caught, I noticed that Ms. ‘A’ leaning forward on several occasions, always catching my glances, and always smiling as I blushed. I think she enjoyed knowing that she had a hold on me. On one occasion, she came. She knelt on the edge of the bed, fully attired, the bridle pulled back tight, her tiny breasts poking through the chest halter, which was tied tight like a Victorian corset, making her small arse stick out, 'Push it in', she slavered through the bridle, her saliva dripping off the leather and wood piece at the back of her mouth.I went in behind her and coated the plug with an anal lubricant, then taking my finger inserted it up and poked around, slowly working her open, and then without.