Well I think I managed to get turned around just enough to see the quilt dropping toward me before I was knocked to the ground.Fuck! Why is my head hu...ting like a motherfucker? What the hell is that smell and damned beeping noise? Why can't I reach the damn alarm clock?All of that would have to wait since I needed to take a monster piss.I tried to get up only to find I was strapped down to a bed.No, no, no! I am not back in that FBI holding room again! I can't be, can I? Was the last few weeks. This would be our chance to fuck on our own, as Graham had said we were unlikely to be disturbed, so we decided to make it special. After a good meal and a few drinks we each took a shower and Carol disappeared into the spare room to dress in something exotic. Man, when she came back into the main bedroom my cock almost exploded. She had put on a black basque, black stockings and garter belt and very brief, see through, panties. We got down to it straight away and I am pleased to say that,. "There, happy now?" I didn't give her the satisfaction of looking at her insolent nakedness. "The proper response should have been, 'Yes, Master." "Yes, Master," she chimed, condescension oozing from each syllable. "Put your feet up on the dashboard, cunt, and spread your legs apart. Leave the window down." "Yes, Master," she mocked me, but following my directive as she said it. We drove that way for a few miles, before she said, "You can't actually own someone." "Yes, as a. "Honey, you're barking up the wrong tree, there! Lisa and I have an open marriage. We can have whomever we wish. We just don't hide it from each other. So, buy something or get out! There's the door!" I literally started to escort Monica out of the shop."Prove it, then!" Monica challenged me, much to my surprise."Prove what?" I asked her directly."Prove that you're in an open marriage. Fuck me. Grab me, bend me over that counter, and fuck me in full view of your wife and your staff!" Monica.