Home life was a happy one. My dad worked away a lot, Asia and Africa, something to do with oil, all I know was he made a shit load of money and we wer... very comfortable. My mum had been a nurse before I was born and after I started High school she went back into it, not for the money but I guess something to do, what with dada being away for weeks at a time. Yup, home was good.Ok that’s just a brief bit of my history that is needed to tell you my main story.We had been having some renovation. So I clued him in on a few things that Carmen liked: the color red, roses, foreign films with subtitles, alternative music, British humor. Turned out that Steve and my Carmen had a lot in common. I wasn’t surprised. I felt more than a little strange as I supplied Steve with information that would help him get closer to my Carmen . . . help him woo her, attract her, and eventually make love to her. Suppressing my jealousy was a difficult thing. But it had to be done. *** Watching Carmen. "I'll tell you what: I'll give you a reward since you've been good so far," I told him. I unroped him and his cock and led him to a bed on the floor. He was lying spread eagle, cock up position. I put a dentist gag to hold his mouth open and chain him down. "Diane!" I yelled. A beautiful 24-year old, blonde dressed in a latex skirt with a tight body and huge tits enters. "Yes, ma'am," she salutes. Diane was a special women. She had been abused by her dad, so she developed a two-faced. There's a place down by the river that has a deck out over the water. On nice days, especially on weekends, it's a very popular place. Today was a perfect example of that. The parking lot was full of beautiful, expensive bikes.I went in and although there weren't any empty tables on the deck I found a seat with a friend at his table. We sat out there and watched the people and watched the bikes coming and going.While I was waiting for my hamburger I heard about the great show that I had just.