My mind reeled at the scene we had just permitted ourselves to be placed into. Next, two of the guys moved behind us, and I felt my ass being kneaded ...nd played with. I heard my wife grunt and almost simultaneously felt my butt hole penetrated with a cold drop of lube and a dick that split me in half as it impaled me. With our bodies in physical contact, both my wife and I were being fucked up the ass at the same time. It was Tom who moved to the couch in front of us as he fed us both his hard. I can see her trying to squirm within the bonds holding her so tightly. I have the impression that she is trying to move her body to the dildos poised just outside her orifices. It's impossible to actually tell because she is allowed so little movement by the frame and restraints holding her. Maybe it's just my imagination. I would give anything to be in her place and experience what is being done to her. I would love to be restrained in the frame the way she is. Seeing her and thinking of what. "Hmm, that would be tragic. Tell you what. You guys are all married right. Kids? The whole nine yards, right?" I said.'Well, yeah," he said."Well, okay. This is the deal. You fellows screwed my woman, my wife, the love of my life. And yes, Chloe, there has never been anyone but you in my life, my heart. My god how I love you!" She started to cry."Still, Charlie, you and your friends—and I mean all of you—need to pay. You, Charlie, are going to manage things. You are going to set it up so I can. So far, the green beans were becoming so popular that I expected us to have to start a garden to raise our own beans. Currently, I was the only one who was in favor of that, but I figured that attitude would change when we got to the point of not being able to sell enough blankets to fill the demand for canned beans. It was not a case of running out of customers, but a case of running out of product to sell. We did not have enough sheep to keep up with the demand. This was the kind of problem.