The realisation that I had set something up suddenly dawned and she looked at me and said that she didn’t want to fuck a stranger. I suggested that ...he should at least meet the guy in the bar so I signalled for him to join us. He came over and said hello, and my wife was now bright red with embarrassment, which he made worse by saying that I had told him that she had enjoyed looking at his cock. The embarrassment waned and we chatted for an hour, but the G&Ts my wife was drinking were clearly. Julie’s dad had come home and flown into a rage calling her a slut and a disgrace to the family and in a fit of temper, Julie stormed out vowing never to return. She was sure that at 18 she could more than handle what the world would throw at her. * * * * * Julie sat in the corner of the pub drinking steadily and by now was more than a little drunk as the doors opened and a group of bikers walked in. The leader pushed his way to the bar and thumped his hand down demanding beers for him and his. “What do you mean?” I asked.“It was like your heart wasn’t in it. Like you were somewhere else.”I nodded slowly, “I guess I was.”“Angie? Katy?”“Both, I think.”“If you don’t talk to me, this will never work. First, I’m not jealous. If you and Katy got it on, or you and Angie had a make-out session, or whatever, I’m not going to lose my mind and act like some psycho High School girl whose boyfriend dumped her after getting her cherry. You didn’t commit anything to me, at least not yet. When and. He secures it in place with a thick leather strap behind her neck.“Hold out your wrists.” Dave commands. Gemma does as she is told, holding her wrists out in front of her angry red tits. Dave straps on a leather cuff to each wrist, then attaches a short bar between them that has a loop in the middle. He attaches the bar to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Pointing to one of his friends he tells him to pull the other end of the rope. Slowly Gemma's arms raise over her head and her body is lifted.