I went into the cubicle and sat down and started playing with my cock. I looked and there was a hole in the patition. I took little notice of it. Afte... a few minutes a cock was stuck through the hole, stiff and oozing pre-cum. I was shocked and scared and pulled up my trousers and ran from the place. That night in bed I had my cock in my hand having a good wank thinking of the cock I had seen in the toilets. It started giving me the most filthy thoughts and I imagined myself wanking another. “Wow,” the guy said. “You?”I could actually hear my wife smile, a crackling of saliva. I could picture her vast smile, all toothy. “You’re sweet. Not today. I need to get cleaned up. Night out with the girls.”“So I’d better go, is what you’re saying.” And so he got dressed, and she walked him to the door, and I heard low conversation. I couldn’t make much of it out, except that I heard him say “next time” and I heard her seem to agree. And then the door shut, and he left.Not much more to tell,. Her hips bucked and as they did, she felt Connie tense up with an orgasm of her own. Both women finally collapsed next to each other and after a minute, Margie turned around and kissed Connie’s body, working her way up past her mound, over her stomach and to her breasts, where she gave each one some very special attention. Her hand cupped each one and squeezed, resulting in more moans from Connie. When she took a nipple into her mouth again and sucked it in deep, Connie arched her back into. Back in the room as I was changing, I stared at myself in the mirror, this contraption hanging from my cock, not allowing me to even touch myself. As I stood there and thought about it, the thought of Trista having control over me must have been quite a turn-on as my cock tried it's best to get hard, but to no avail as it struggled against the device. I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get out of this until Trista allowed me to, but even that was a turn-on for me.I was dressed.