We chatted for awhile about nothing then they were off to the dancefloor again. This time they were in each others armsregardless of the music. I coul... see my wife gently rubbing his back then slowlytheir faces came to face to face and they kissed deepand long. I could barely disguise my excitement. Thiswent on for a while, then my wife led him to me by hishand and said “honey, I had enough. Let’s go home. Iinvited Jim , too. Do you mind ?” I could barely matterout “no,. When we finish our wine, I suggest dessert and gesture to the champagne and the other covered tray. Nicole says, "I had a different dessert in mind. Let's save that for a snack." What did you have in mind for dessert?" I asked in mock innocence.Nicole replies with a sultry smile and stands up. With a seductive strut, she walks to me, turns her back and slightly bends forward. Her sexuality put me in a trance. Automatically, my hand reaches out to the zipper at the top of her dress. When the. " She was gasping. "Six . . . seven years, I think. Sir." "You must have been a very young slave, bitch." "Yes, Sir. I was . . . I was in high school. Sir." "Tell me about it," he said. "From the beginning." She gave a cry of anguish as her exhausted muscles failed her onceagain, and she sank down onto the sharp piercing metal. Was it caused by thepain or by his command? Or both. She had to deal with the pain, the physicalpain, she had to absorb it, take it into herself, give herself to it. Let. ”“Okay...” She said.As she started repositioning I moved back a bit and started to feel buzzing by my feet. Reaching into her short’s pocket on the couch, I pulled out her phone. Seems daddy was calling to check up on her little girl. “Looks like your dad is calling,” I said to her as I handed her the phone. “Why don’t you answer it and let him know you’re at a friend’s house and will be staying the night.”“But, I, That, oh-kay…” she said passively. Taking this wonderful opportunity, I moved.