We found out that Hettie Van Voom was featuring at a forthcoming fetish fair, helping launch a new range of corsetry by compéring their catwalk show ...t the event. I put my "PR expert" hat on. We convinced the company that they'd get extra attention if a Hettie was "arrested" at the end of the show and taken away by a group of corset clad dominas. They thought it was an excellent plan. Hettie, they assured us, was a game girl; she'd be happy to go along with it. We said we could supply the ideal. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock. A Chinese word. I don’t understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you again, your juices flow freely over my fingers. “My mouth is dry,” you murmur. “Do you want water?” “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Your. But it was getting bored again… I wanted to try something new for a change. I suggested swing. My hubby was simply happy about trying it. We had to spend a lot more time to find the appropriate couple. Their names were Jared and Amy. They were a bit older and had swing experience. We invited them over to our place. First we were just chatting and sipping drinks, then we started dancing, and then we had a hardcore gang bang. My hubby was staring at me all the time, even when he was ramming Amy.. Unable to cope with the combination of my own heightened level of sexual arousal and David's continuous loving touches to every part of my body, I monetarily I closed my eyes to make myself feel more relaxed.The moment my eyes closed, I felt vulnerable and self-conscious, an involuntary mental image of my husband Geoffrey invaded and filled my mind. Perhaps it was my brain's way of filling in the gap that my eyes had shut out?Racked with guilt, I reopened my eyes as my mood.