"They walked to the restaurant, had a drink and ate a beautiful meal. Mike cleared the bill and they made their way to the hotel lounge. Mike chose to...sit in a cozy corner of the lounge. He was hoping to play with his dirty wife and encourage more of her rude antics."I just need to go to the washroom. Be good!" said Mike smiling,When he returned from the washroom not five minutes later he could see his wife at the table. He could also see she had company. As he got closer he realized it was the. " I did not know what to say. "Lighten up, Lucy," Heather went on. "Look, you're a good-looking woman. God, if I was as slim as you with your blonde hair, I'd be lapping the men up." "You think I'm frigid, don't you," I said trying to keep my tone even. "Well are you?" she asked. I almost retorted angrily, but something made me stop to consider her answer. I found myself sighing, "No, I'm not, Heather. It's just I have never found anyone I wanted to do it with, and the guys I have dated have. It helps to know it was about youand not me." I was feeling better, but still thinking he owed me one. Iwanted to bend him over a park bench and fuck his brains out, rough andhard. "So..., what kind of underwear are you wearing?" I asked, trying tolighten the conversation, and get back to our typical sexual banter."None" was his simple reply. "You?" Oh, just some white 2(x)ist low rise." Can I see?" he asked.I thought he'd never asked. I stopped, turned to face him, and lowered myshorts to my. She looked at me with pleading eyes but knew that there was nothing that I could do for her. Brittany snapped a collar around me that was attached to the wall, then placed cuffs on my wrists and ankles. She pointed to my ankles and, knowing I had no real options, I bent over and reached for them as she placed padlocks through the rings on each of the cuffs, locking my wrists to my ankles and leaving me bent over. She then went to the corner of the stall where I saw many items were handing off.