..he was... I don't know ? He was nice. And kinda cute, I suppose. But Mark, my husband was always always bugging me for us to have a 3some with him. ... thought about it for a while, but every bloody time we had sex,he'd bring it up.What would you do if Jack was here,what would you do if Jack was fucking you,you want to fuck Jack don't you. Every time.Every bloody time.I got sick of it.Then I started hearing about Marks affairs.And I knew he brought that slag of a p.a. with him on his "business". "No shit?" No shit. Gonna borrow my Dad's old tuxedo, take her to dinner, and everything."Whatever comment Thorny started to make was stifled when the boys saw Kelly enter her room. Bud felt his stomach do flip flops as she went through the same slow strip tease that he'd enjoyed for the past two weeks.Just like the day before, Kelly calmly removed her clothing. She hung up her dress. Put her shoes in the closet ("White knickers," said Thorny) and modeled her lithe form in her bedroom mirror.. I tightened the knot of the cravat about her wrists, then took a couple of additional turns for security. Once I turned Sandra back to me, she was wide eyed, and I could see her gaze travel up and down my own body."Aren't you a little overdressed?", she asked. "You have me all eager for our tryst, and you still have your shoes on!"Unspeaking, I led her to the balcony, opened the door, and we stepped outside. I bade her kneel, and, reaching back through the door, I retrieved some more rope, and. ‘If he seen him now, he wouldn’t trust me around him.’ I thought as I starred at him. Little Johnny wasn’t quite little anymore. He was five foot nine, built like a body builder and from what I could see from his prison issued boxers he was hung like a horse. His hair was in braids and he still gave me that look that made my nipples hard. I went home that night to an empty house, I thought about setting it on fire but then I would end up where I was working. I tried to eat something, I even.