The host wished him good luck and saidfarewell as he left the stage.Freddy was actually a little sad to see him go. Draining as it was, thelast round ...ith him had kind of been something special. When he realizedexactly what he was thinking it left him a little shocked. He tried topretend to himself that he had never been thinking any such thing. At thecurrent rate, Freddy was going to end up making denial and selectivememory into art forms."Alright, Are you ready for round 3?" the host asked. Her cry was clearly a combination of pain and passion... leaning heavily toward pain.Wyatt waited for her cries to fade before holding up the controller and calling out “Nine!”Both remaining slaves were visibly shuddering, trying to hold off the inevitable.A few minutes later Wyatt called out, “That’s maximum,” and began walking back and forth in front of the two women. It wasn’t very long before slave number four lost control. The balls dropped, and the nipple clamps and clothespins were torn. We kiss in the parking lot, a long kiss. Then we head into the restaurant. We get a booth in a dark corner were we sit side by side. When the waitress comes to take our order. She looks at you with a knowing smile. And takes our order. We talk, as we wait on our order. I feel your hand on my leg. Feels very good as your hand moves to my cock. My hand finds its way to your leg. Your leg feels very soft and sexy. As my hand finds its way up your leg toward your bare pussy you shutter and I feel. I pulled the straps from my tank top down releasing my tits. I glanced down at the glory hole and could see some shadows.Someone was in there watching and he was eye level with my ass when I was sitting in Victor’s lap. This really turned me on so I leaned in closer to my husband so he couldn't see since both my tits were in his face and I slowly started working my mini skirt up over my ass exposing my tiny red thong. I was grinding my pussy into my husband’s lap soaking his pants while I tried.