I try to look down at the cleavage but Andrea is not facing me.The restaurant waiter arrive and take a sit close by and ask for the same wine that And...ea is having so the barmen comment on it and they all start talking about it.I am getting impatient and nervous because the new arrival has moved right next to my wife, brazenly and continuously looks down in her, now quite revealing, shirt.She gets offered another drink as the lights dim and I can see her stockings trough the skirt against the. ” As she stared at me incomprehensibly, “How?”I was about to introduce her to my other wives when I stopped short. Just how was I going to explain another wife let alone two, and my children by them. Even I didn’t fully understand how it had happened, other than it had, and my wives had accepted each other with a love and understanding that I had thought impossible before. Would there be room for one more?She was still staring, as she brought out an envelope, “Your grandfather gave me this to. I pull out a rubber covered paddle and show it to you. Your eyes widen and I once again ask you if you trust me. Once again, you nod yes. I slap it back and forth between your legs and you spread them apart in response. I put the paddle on the seat of the chair where you can see it. I reach into the bag and pull several items from the bag and show one to you. You can see it is a butt plug and I see a slight smile form at the corners of your mouth as you say, “Please?”I show you something. Lola lovedwatching the hard-humping harlots fucking and sucking over the security cameras.The sight of the bare bummed bed beasts, each chained to her bed by an anklecuff, opening their holes to play grease the gut-stick, was always uplifting.She had a nice selection taken from the security cameras, but she had a particularfavourite and this was it. Bambi, the weather-girl before her, was pulling the train for a group ofvisiting Japanese businessmen. Kidnapped by Lola's biker buddies and.