We sat and talked with her dad while her mom finished making dinner. We had roast, potatoes and steamed carrots. Dessert was vanilla ice cream with fu...ge sauce. After dinner, we helped clean up and then Jennifer took me to her room.“Can we play?” Jennifer asked. “We haven’t done that in a while, just you and me.”“Yes; we can play. What did you want to do?”“I want to tie you up. Are you OK with that?”“Yes. I trust you. Anything you want. No limits.”She hugged me and kissed me.“Strip and get on. Nearly 20 minutes later, the door opened. I saw a fairly large man, somewhat overweight but muscular, unshaven, covered in tatoos, and somewhat ‘dirty’ looking. He just smiled and said “so you are going to be my bitch slut for the day.”He said to lie on the bed and start sucking the butt plug. He went into the toilet and took his clothes off. He gave me his underwear and said for me to put them over my face so the front of the crotch was at my mouth. I hesitated, but he just loudly said “do it. . do it to me... tonight! He didn't even notice me... see that I had on my nicest nightgown. She looked down to assure herself that the contours of her lovely breasts were barely hidden by the bodice of the filmy, see-through garment. The irony of the situation wasn't entirely wasted on her, as she ruefully thought about the several strange men, who had viewed her naked body, their emotions charged with an unattainable desire for her, while she had posed for them, today... yet her own husband. I'm sure that the fact that Angela sunbathed in a string bikini every day the sun shone had a lot to do with it, but who was I to complain - the yard hadn't looked that good in years.Fall brought cooler weather that put an end to Angela's sunbathing, but it also brought football. I had become accustomed over the years to the fact that when football season arrived Matt would plant himself in front of the TV on weekends and I might as well consider him gone for the day. I learned early on not to.