But Mark was naked and the wine just ran down his front, dripping on the ground. He didn’t even wipe it off with a napkin. I apologized profusely, b...t he just laughed and said, “Oops!”I learned that Mark was with Megan, they were married but enjoyed the sex club. Mark explained that Megan was really a closet bisexual – she only allowed herself to have sex with women at the club. Megan was actually a fairly high ranking executive in a large conglomerate corporation which has its headquarters in. He was big, red-headed and huge. I mean American National Football-huge. He grinned, pleased at my expression of fear. Inside I could feel the stirring of desire, bound and gagged at his feet, suddenly understanding that his will was supreme to mine and somewhat curious as to the upcoming events…it felt damn sexy and I sighed involuntarily. (Mhnmmmm this is kind of hot….I squirmed, wantng.) His grin widened, almost splitting his face. “Yes my pretty, you really want this don’t you,” he. One thing was clear. Although at the time of being sexually abused and molested inside the lift I was angry. I could not deny the fact that I enjoyed masturbating thinking about the incident.I decided not to say anything about it to my husband. But another thought kept me engaged the entire night. Who, out of the three servants, was he, who did the dirty thing with me?There was a knock at the door. It was my servant who had got tea for me. I asked him to come inside. While he was serving tea to. The women didn’t see me she was constantly looking out but I new she was good looking as I could see the street light brushing her face as car was moving and she was really fair as I could see her arms from sleeveless blouse.So I was tired and I didn’t wanted to get late so I decided I can’t spend whole night with this women let me start making her active in the car itself.I took my hand and I placed it on her thighs, she looked towards me with that lusty eyes and gestured me not here looking.