Tom and Marijke were in their late 30s, maybe early 40s, we never really asked. We had met a few weeks ago at a music event at a local bar. Tom was ha...dsome with a light beard, his hair cut short and a trim build. He and his wife liked to row on the weekends, they told us, so they were both fit and athletic. Marijke’s blond hair was cut short framing a nice friendly heart-shaped face. She was not tall by Dutch standards and today she wore a lightweight low-cut blouse that hinted at a nice pair. It was only afterwards (after our physical meet) that she told me she was urging me to get the business side done! I told her I had booked the afternoon off work, and so time was not an issue, but I had only booked for an hour of her time. She reassured me that she didn't clock watch, and that the hour I was paying for only started after she had been paid. She also at this point made it clear that although she loved the chat and enjoyed very much the chemistry building between us, that at some. She asked if he was going with anyone. Bob's antenna was working overtime. When they danced, she pressed her body to his while pressing her breasts to his chest.Bob's brain was screaming inside his skull, you could fuck Andrea Street! By her fourth drink, she was hanging all over him. He took her to his apartment. He walked her into his bedroom. He could see her face clearly in the light cast from the hallway light. Andrea had a lustful smile. There was no pretence. There was no, I'm a good. After 3 pegs they are not I’m control as the alcohol started working and then the real torture started for me not from him but from his wife she became so cruel that I even didn’t expect she asked me to lie on the floor and started beating me with belt on my chest then she suddenly stopped and sit on my face and started to pour urine in my mouth and ordered me to drink I drank like a water he is laughing by seeing me then came real twist she took candle from bag and tied my hands and legs so.