The latter chairs were also smaller than the others.On the table there was a box in colorful giftwrap. Atop it, instead of abow, was an oversized pac...fier festooned with ribbons. Alma set herpackage alongside that one. The women pulled out the fancied up chairsand indicated that their spouses should sit in them. The husbands wentwhere they were shown, directly across from each other. They each had tosee what was almost a mirror image of themselves.The wives used zip ties that were hidden. Sapna had one hand on the wall as support, and with her other, she continued to caress his hair.Rahul tongue-fucked her for a while and then replaced it with his fingers as he continued to lick her clitoris. Sapna’s legs started to shiver as she was about to reach the epitome of pleasure. She kept begging Rahul to fuck her faster. She couldn’t stand any longer as she hit her orgasm.A gush of hot liquid began to flow out of her pussy. She slid and sat on Rahul’s lap as he kept finger fucking. ’ ‘No. No, it’s fine Sylvie.’ ‘I want you to be happy Ollie.’ He was silent. Something inside him hurt. ‘I want you to be happy too,’ he finally got out. He found himself wanting to talk to Sylvia more and more the more they talked. He missed Lindsay too, but for some reason is was conversation with Sylvie that he craved, and seeing that Lindsay had broken up with him he didn’t see why he should limit his phone calls to Sylvie. She never called him but she always seemed happy to talk to him.. " It bloody better for you," laughed Branwyn.I swept her into my arms. "Is that what you want?" I asked softly.She nodded, her eyes shining. "Oh yes."I smiled and kissed her gently. "Later," I whispered."Can't wait," she whispered back.As Stacy was feeling a bit queasy, I sent her to bed on her own.It was only after I'd taken Branwyn to bed that evening that I realised that I'd made love to both Imogen and Siân before and after their body changes, but Branwyn only after hers, so I couldn't tell.