“Most men would be jealous.”“How can I possibly be jealous, when my wife comes to me insane with passion?” he smiled. “You’ve become an ev...n better lover, my dear.”“Because I love you,” she said, kissing his shoulder.“True,” he mused. “But also because he excites you. I get the benefit of that excitement.”“That’s why I don’t let him touch me,” she said, satisfaction in her voice. “I want you to satisfy me.”“You’re this passionate when he hasn’t even touched you,” pointed out Chester. “How much. Take it, make it yours. Of course, when Im through with you, it wont be yours anymore. There is something I need you to do."Handing her eight clothespins, and a slim strip of leather, he watches her for reactions.She sits up, taking the pins and leather strip. She instinctively knows that this will cause much pain. Searing pain that she wont be able to control. She slides one pin through, knotting the leather at the base, trying to do it quickly."How do you suppose she will handle that?" Alex. I began thrashing and I felt ready to explode."C'mon baby, give it to me. You know you want to, just let go." That was it. I arched my back and tried to stifle my moans. My body convulsed in the seat and before all of the aftershocks subsided, a blanket was thrown over me and the blindfold removed. A passenger from coach had come up to use the bathroom. I looked up and saw a pilot standing in the galley with Dorothea. He came over to me and said, "Are you having a pleasant flight so far?" I. ” She giggled more. “I see, Daddy finally got up enough nerve to fuck you too. He has been fucking me for two years.” “Liz, shut up and untie me.” Liz just stood there in my room, a picture of prettiness. Liz was tall, and thin, but with more boobs and hips than me. Long blonde hair and blue eyes completed the picture. She was wearing a short ruffled skirt and a tight tee shirt. She walked over to the bed, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Well Stephie, I am not sure I want to untie.