It has always been a secret fantasy of mine to watch another man having sex with my wife and my little head was overruling my big head. So I didn’t ...top him. Instead, I went and stood at the end of the bar where I could get a better view and maybe be close enough to hear some of what was said. I was turned on out of my mind as I watched his hand go inside her low neckline and cup one of her lovely breasts. “You like this don’t you baby”, he said. My wife just nodded her head apparently zonked. She also noticed a number of men looking her over, as she was the only woman in the store. Then she saw it. Tucked away in the back of the bookstore was a doorway with black curtains that said "video booths". Misty went to the counter and spoke to a grizzled-looking man who looked to be in his mid-forties."I'd like to get some tokens for the video booths," she said, still looking around. The man at the counter just smiled, taking her money and handing her the tokens. "This is it!" thought Misty. Finally, Marge spoke up."Anne and I were offered another job today, it's only two nights a week. We wanted to see what you guys though about it." Marge said."Well," Anne said. "We have this regular that comes in everyday. He said that he runs some kind of card game and he needs two girls to serve drinks and snacks." How much does it pay?" Marc asked."He said he would pay us one hundred dollars a night, plus tips," Anne replied."A hundred buck a night!" Don yelled. "What else do you have to do,. Q cups, or something. Spilling. And they were pierced, with chains leading to the sissy's earrings, for support. The ears were distended. Too large and almost gross, the gurl was corseted and wearing six inch heels, tottering. Stockings, make up, a wig that looked very strange - it was blue betty page style, but had been painted black in places. John Phillips watched and worried, speechless. He felt a heave in his stomach. "Mistress Satin," he whispered. "This is sick." Yes, you useless sissy..