In the centre of the room, like us surrounded by broken glass and broken wood, Ms Michaels lay hog-tied and gagged face down in the sharp shavings of ...he once loved building. Like the previous night she gently wept, knowing it wouldn't do any good she made no attempt to scream for help. While my droogs slept I took the opportunity to try something, different. After asking her she shook her head to decline having tried it, but that just made things more interesting. I removed the homemade gag. ) Then she ushers me to a karaoke step which she matches by moving laterally. She leads me to a pivot, then a swoon. Continuing, she brings me upright to a pirouette. Twirling and swirling, we tango. She drags me like a ragdoll, lifts me up and throws me towards the ceiling. La Petite Mort supports my hips and guides my legs to grip her shoulders so that my quim lies exposed to her ravishing tongue. She is lapping, lapping at my pussy door. (In my bed, my Lady Flower is starting to gush.)She. Serve 'er right for gettin' bagged, eh?"We'd invited Tony & others over for dinner & drinks. He'd always been respectful to my gal, Carrie, as much as she and I both knew he admired her body. Carrie was 31, we'd been married almost a dozen years. I'd been her first and only, she a lovely strawberry blonde with a classic 36-22-32 build. Carrie liked to have couples over, enjoyed cooking for them and making them at home. But tonight only Tony'd shown up, and like a good guest with a case of 24. I had to admit though he was very talented and when he asked if he could do a painting of Anne we both agreed if we had the option to buy it. So for the next six weeks Anne would sit for him, of course he had checked if it was okay to do a nude study after all he had seen her that way many times.I have to say the painting he did was great and hangs in our bedroom above the bed, along with another sketch that dropped out of his portfolio of her sucking a cock, that is very erotic. When asked.