Not knowing what he’s going to do, being helpless to his desires is so hot I feel my orgasm building and building. I moan at the sensation of him fi...ling my mouth with his gorgeous cock. I am his willing slut, eager to take whatever he wants to give me. He pulls out and I gasp for air as he lifts me to the bed, pushing me face first onto the mattress with my hands still tied. He gets behind me, lifting my hips so my ass is accessible and my face down on the pillow. He pulls at my panties,. I didn't pad it because I didn't think you were looking for meto do that." No, I think that is perfect," Diane smiled. "Cheryl and I talked whilewe were gone and we were curious as to what you would come up with." Shelooked at Cheryl, "I think we ought to help finish the look."Cheryl nodded."What?" I asked."Come with us," Diane took my hand and led me back to the bathroom.Cheryl followed."We decided if you did a half-assed attempt on the outfit we would let itgo with that," Cheryl explained.. I was indeed a five – an ordinary average Joe that wouldn’t stand out in any crowd of more than two people.“So what keeps your wife with you? You must have nightmares about that.”“What do you mean?” I couldn’t get the gist of what he was saying. My brain felt even cloudier than usual.He turned, leaned his butt back against the sink comfortably and crossed his arms.“Will, you have to know that people tend to stick with others of their own level.”My expression must have shown my suspicion. I. " "Holding her in thrall." I had to look up "thrall" in the dictionary. It means "enslaved, held in bondage." So I asked her."Are you his slave, Mother?" I had asked."Not as people usually think of it, but, emotionally, yes, honey, I am. I enjoy being his," had been her reply."Why?" I had asked."Don't you dream of your phantom possessing you?" she had replied.Oh, did I ever."Mr. McLaren has never invited me to the Hamptons," I said. "He's never invited me any place." That's not true, Christine..