So for Andrea a hum drum day of shopping continued with out incident.Not so for poor Zelda, for she was at this very moment in time being carried from...the parked van, still inside her crate prison in to the disused warehouse predisposed for the fun to follow. An old mattress was in the middle of the floor and the roof beam had bee added to in order to lower a frame down to which she would be dutifully bound and gagged. But more than that Zelda's attitude to sex was she was above being the play. There I was, dressed like a whore in front of my postman!‘’Wow’’ he said, as he moved closer for a better look. ‘’Hiya’’ I replied rather nervously. He moved in and kissed me on the lips and stuck his tongue on my mouth. I just closed my eyes, wrapped my arms over his shoulders and we kissed, slowly for a while. His hand dropped and he lifted my skirt to feel my little cock through my panties. ‘’Mmmmmmm’’ he managed to say as we kissed and he smiled….Well, I thought, it’s was me that was on the. Then it allcame flooding back. I looked down. Shit! I was still in my wifesunderwear, shackled to the bed. Thank god my erection had gone. I lay inbed until he came and released me. Immediately he made me start strokingmy dick so that I had an erection and instructed me to keep it erect.I made him breakfast. I was starving but he insisted I stand in the cornerstroking my dick while he ate. He finshed his juice and poured me one. Igulped it down. He made me go to the room and put on a clean set. From inside they heard a gentleman with an Indian accent say, “You foreigners! Come in. Come indo my humble shop.” So the married couple walked in.The Indian man said to them, “I have some special sandals I tink you would be interested in. Dey make you wild at sex like great desert camel.”Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the man claimed, but her husband felt he really didn’t need them, being the sex god he was. The husband asked the man, “How could sandals.