"I almost broke down and cried. If we had no audience, I might have. Instead, I pulled Cynthia around me and went to work. Fortunately, I had a small ...rmy of willing lackeys. They already had Christine naked and artfully trussed. That was the problem. They tied up Christine, not Tess. To be fair, I was having trouble being Cynthia. Sobeit. The show must go on. Cynthia may be the mistress of pain, but all her skills are mine. I would need them.Pacing is so important in this sort of work. I took. He zipped up and away they went. Kelly pulled her dress straps back in place, rolled over on all fours facing me and we both blurted, “Can you fucking believe that?!” Kelly told me she squirted on his hand and he still kept going. “He had me so close to cumming again, I can’t believe it. I knew I couldn’t be quiet twice. That would have been crazy!”Kelly got up and told me we needed to get back to our room. I was a little frustrated because I wanted to cum! Mouth, cunt, hand, I wasn’t fussy.. Obviously this was making me incredibly horny I could feel my cock stiffening inside my trousers so I had to shift uncomfortably. the night wore on and eventually we all fell into a drunken stupor.I woke up an hour later to a rustling sound I cracked open an eye and looked across at my wife she was fast asleep sitting up on the couch with her legs slightly open and her dressing gown rucked up to mid thigh showing her lovely legs her robe gaping showing the curves of her big boobs but not quite. The blindfold went back over my eyes, and then we were on our way again. I think I started to say something for a hundred times over the car ride, but each time my lips parted, the courage left me. My emotions spun and tumbled, and I could make neither heads nor tails of what it meant. I found myself back at the café, and everything seemed like a dream. A bad, exciting, horny dream. It was only five minutes to my tiny single-room flat, but halfway there and with my knees still shaking and pussy.