I pinched and pulled at my nipples. I sucked them as if my hubby was watching me do that as I know he loves to.I would switch between gently caressing...my pussy, my pussy lips, and clit, interleaving that with fingering myself fast and hard. I tried to keep up with the noises from inside my bedroom. I had to imagine how he was fucking her. I’m sure it was the doggy position as that was his favourite, but I’m sure she wasn’t so compliant and I guess they tried other positions. I imagined him. I imagined aloud that if we ordered more food, then we could nap in the booth. "I would invite you to my room, for sleeping only, but would that be improper?" Jesper asked.I pondered this notion. I told him to empty his pockets and put all of his identification in front of me. Then I patted him down. The closest object he had to a weapon was a MetroCard. My iPhone prepped, I took photos of his passport and driver's license and texted them to Stella, with the message, "Don't ask any questions.. There were two women waiting for us. On the table beside them were two black brief cases. As we got through the door, the older of the two women, a serious-looking afro-Caribbean girl, told us to strip off our trousers, pants, shoes and socks. The other women, a blonde girl in her twenties opened the two cases and I could see at once what it was all about. In each case, set in cut outs in the case’s foam lining, were four of the chrome steel devices of different designs and sizes. They looked. She saw me looking at her breasts hidden in the robe and decided not to cover up and to let me look a little. She was enjoying my excitement and the control she seemed to have over it and looked into my eyes and asked, "Babe, are you feeling a little submissive in all this?" "Yes", I whispered back............ She smiled and said, "I thought so, good." She brushed her hand along the side of my face as she whispered, "Babe? you know, your very bad for having me do this, don't you?" "Yes, I guess.