Right. I felt like - I felt like I was still drunk, as I had actually been for months now - but I hadn't had a drink in 2 days. The world was in a haz... as I went through the motions, my once faithful wife heading off to work, my son going to school. There was no denying what had happened - what I'd tasted, where it had been. Three times now. But even having tasted it with my own tongue, it just seemed impossible to comprehend that Shona, my loving wife, would do that - knowingly, willingly -. Peter positioned her so her head was over the edge of the table with the leg spreader bar resting on the other end and he tied the leash to one leg of the table. She held her head up for a few moments then let it drop back. Then he reached down and undid the ballgag straps and gave a couple of sharp tugs to remove it from her mouth. She took some deep breaths once it had been removed then spoke up somewhat strained from having her mouth stretched open. "Why did you take that off?" she said. Not that I minded, it was a rush having her do that with so many people around, and I'm sure it was turing her on as well. About midway through the main act I had to go to the bathroom so bad it hurt. This wasn't the first time in the evening, but I always try to time it so I don't have to go during the main act. I suppose the 4 beers before the show and 6 or 7 during was enough to throw my usual plan out the window. Gail walked down too since the men & women rooms were right next to each. Brenda moved her wet fingers to mouth in and spread them in a narrow V. Smelling and tasting her jucies, she imagined her fingers were Mistress J’s cunt. Brenda licked and sucked her fingers fantasizing about being forced to eat another woman. Brenda rubbed the nubs of the dildo across her clit and savored the sensation. She rotated her hips and stuck the head of the dildo inside her. Sticking her fingertip in her mouth she sucked and licked it imagining it was the Mistress J’s clit. Brenda.