Once in the bedroom a pair of underwear is put on me. Its a thong. My wife was never much into men's thongs so the fact that she would put one on me h...s my cock rock hard. From here I'm placed on the bed, on my hands and knees. Next thing I know I feel someone pull the thong to the side and start lubing up my ass. First one finger enters my tight hole, then two, then three! This continues for several minutes. The precum from my cock is starting to soak through the front of the thong. Suddenly. “I wouldn’t have been able to if it wasn’t for you.” I tell her, I kiss before whispering to her, “you saved me.”I watch as her smile grows more confident and I look her over and seeing her in nothing but her underwear and my shirt turns me on, she is so beautiful and I am extremely lucky to have her. I take a breath and I can smell the familiar smell of April’s arousal but I can also smell Kafele’s arousal as well.I look at him and he drops his head and looks at the floor.“I’m sorry, it’s been. In front of me Angie shuffled along behind Peter. Just a couple of metres down the hallway we arrived at the playroom. As we went in I looked around. A good sized bedroom originally, now with a collection of stuff that would look at home on a bondage movie set. A double bed by one wall, a bench long along another, a short bench and a soft looking box, a wooden Saint Andrew’s cross fixed to a wall, a separate large wooden frame around it, and ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling around the. Ms. Walker, tall, thin, auburn shoulder length hair, big boobs, long sexy legs, and a fairly homely face. The gods had not treated her fairly when dispensing physical attributes. There was not anything that a good plastic surgeon could not fix. In my fantasies, I avoided her nose and prominent chin, of course.Today she was wearing a very tight skirt that hung to below her knees. Ms. Walker must have been wearing stockings as there was a sheen to her long legs. The white top she had on hugged.