I’ll admit I was pretty surprised, but that was nothing compared to the surprise I found in our bedroom.” “Crystal, I can explain...” I put ...y hand up to stop him. “Save it. Tell me, are you gay or bi?” Robert hung his head in shame. “Bi.” “How long?” “Crys, I swear...” “HOW LONG HAVE YOU TWO BEEN FUCKING?!?” Robert sighed. “Five years.” I dropped my wine glass and it shattered on the floor. I expected him to say a few months, maybe a year, but five, that came as a shock. After thirteen. It would seem that everyone else in there has seen them as well, despite the steam i can feel eyes all over you as both men and women leer at your hot body. You have noticed the audience you have as well and you tease us all by again adjusting your bra, briefly showing a nipple, i feel my cock throb in my shorts. The man next to you also has a bulge, a bulge you can see quite clearly as he edges closer to you. Everyone seems to go quiet as we all wait for what is going to happen next.As good as. It had been all so clear, so anticipated. The picture in her mind was that of all she had planned to do with him, for him. And, of course, his reaction to it. The much needed pleasure that surely would be rewarded back to her.Those warm thoughts, starting in a hazy little dream world then trickling down to her body, easily brushed aside all other intentions. Soon her book lay forgotten, her hands choosing instead to take orders from an erotic little spark that seemed to have a life of its own.. From what she could hear, the situation was steadily worsening, and there was nothing, nothing! She could do. Not now, not yet. She lay there silent, watching. Waiting. ...Desiree was on the stage, barely able to stand, enjoying yet another orgasm at the power she held, and the dominance she was displaying, and humiliation of "Mistress Chantal". She had come so many times that it was almost all she wanted to do, except punish painfully "cow Chantal" and her slut betrayer, Henrietta, Chantal's.