My medium thickness, six and a half incher commonly left her sore inside after a hot session, only her slick lube saved her from abrasion. After I wha...ked off in the bathroom sink I called Connie."Hi Connie, it's Dave. Is this a good time?" Yes, Jeff's mowing the grass. How are things going?" I told her my wife was trying to kill me with her pussy. Connie laughed and said Jeff had her waddling like a duck. Every time he got near her he was trying to get into her pants and usually succeeded. "We. Matching black-lace bra, and panties, black garter belt, black stockings, and black high-heels. My hair was slicked back in a ponytail, and I had my silver hoop-earrings in, and candy-apple red lipstick to accentuate my pouty lips. "You're the second guy tonight to tell me that. Come on, follow me."Hubby mumbled something as I pulled him into the darkly-lit, and quiet room. I was too focused on the moment to hear what he said."This is Carlos," I said to him, trying to read his face. He looked. I couldn’t save them both. The cruel trick was that I would hurt two of us no matter what I decided. I saw then that the ropes extended to me as well with invisible tendrils. I could feel them wrapped around my heart, undulating and constricting. The pain was a promise, the torment a given.I bolted awake with a gasp, sure that I must have screamed out loud. My heart was pounding. I had never had a nightmare that bad before.“Davey?” my sister asked with her voice sounding bleary with interrupted. "Lovely. I can see it know,Chris, or shall I call you nice girls name, I know how about Odette.Remember the French au pair that looked after us as children? You see Iwon't be, just dressing you as sissy bridesmaid, Odette! You'll make theperfect French Maid as well. No more working at that office for you mydear, you'll be too busy mincing around in a frilly maids outfit, doingall the housework. You'd like that wouldn't you, corseted and dressed asany man's fantasy, serving me? Showing me that.