And actually, that’s exactly what I became during this life-changing experience. And, besides, I’ve grown to like when strangers call me a whore n...w, so I dare you to do your worst.I had already gone through a pretty dramatic life change about 6 years ago, when my husband told me he fantasized about me having sex with other men. I’ll spare you the details, because that’s a story of its own, but after some resistance, I grew to like the idea. First as a fantasy to spice up the bedroom, but then. One arm wrapped round Nicki, the other by his side. The air was warm and salty, with fragrant scents of sex looming around. I stared up at Nicki's pussy. Mostly shaven, with a neat patch of soft hair leading down towards her shiny pink lips. I couldn't resist. I hovered my hand by her knee to check she was sleeping. Nothing happened, so I slid it further up her thigh. Still nothing happened. I continued this motion until I noticed I was still hard from the night- and getting harder. I began. I had felt her breasts but didn’t remain there with my hands preferring to hold her close and let her breasts bore holes in my chest. Her nipples were like two hot nails trying to embed themselves in my body.I held her tightly as we kissed and murmured and murmured and kissed. After a long while, we calmed down some. She said, “I’m trying to decide if I am going to let you leave tonight.”“As much as I would love to stay, I think I should go back to my room at some point.”“I know that’s the. “Just one more minute,” she said and applied a cool soothing ointment. “This is arnica montana. It works wonders on swelling and inflammation. And it acts very quickly. You’ll be amazed.” With that she retrieved her silver tray and disappeared into the darkness.The handlers helped him extricate his knees from the frame and stand upright. They gave him another glass of the pleasant drink and then bound his arms behind him. This time it was the blond who put the cape on him. He seemed just.