I had two choices, watch the encounter through the victim's mind, or slip into an adjacent room and listen. Either choice presented a substantial risk...of discovery, but the latter allowed me to keep my mental defenses up, thus reducing the risk of mental injury.As I installed myself in the room that shared a bathroom with Mr. Bell's, I heard from the sounds coming out that he had already gotten down to business. Unaware of either pain or pleasure, she lay placidly beneath him while he thrusted. My heart was racing, what the fuck had I done, I had fumbled with girls before and the writings on toilet doors and walls had always made me hard but I had never followed up, or even imagined I would be in a position like this. I noticed him slowing down and turning into a quiet lane surrounded by trees, a minute or two later we drew to a halt, near a gate to a field. he unbuckled his seatbelt and leant over his hand leaning on my leg as he looked at the mag with me... "Do you like the cocks?". ? In my mortification, I started sobbing again, but the men paid no attention.?"Gerry, this proves exactly what I have been telling you right along.? ?Deep down, Tammi Jo?has always wanted a strong man to dominate her?and keep her in line.? She craves to be controlled, forced to submit, even humiliated.? If you'll keep up her program, she will become your slave, your plaything, your willing fucktoy."?"Is that right? Well, we'll see about that.? Right now, I’m still not sure I want her... I just. . I’d always fantasised about seeing my wife. Chloe. with another man or woman. Of course I wasn’t averse to being with another woman, but my fantasy had always been about her pleasure, her experience, and this looked like the perfect opportunity to test the waters. I’d brought up the fantasy a couple of times during our love making and although she never professed much interest, her body spoke differently and she got incredibly wet and turned on when I spoke about it. So I contacted the Dinner.