He looks into my eyes, smiling. I nod back, parting my lips slightly. I look at his crotch and see a growing bulge. He isn't the best looking man, but...he is interesting. His face is a bit plump. He has gray, almost white hair, still darker in places. He isn't skinny, but he isn’t really fat, either. He has that body older men usually get when living a good life with more good food than exercise. His hand wanders over to my knee from his. I see the black in his eyes grow as he tenderly lets his. You gasped and struggled against the restraints but couldn't reach the buckles. Then you felt his mouth on your right breast and groaned....By the time he was done with your right breast and put a clothes pin on it you were writhing in a combination of pain and ecstasy. You could literally feel yourself dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the bed sheets. No matter how you squirmed, your pussy was still held up by the restraints on your ankles, exposed to whatever he wanted to do. You. We waited until it got real dark and then sat in a circle onthe second story patio. We only had a single candle glowing in themiddle of us as we held hands and chanted.Softly we each spoke..."Richard are you with us?" - "Will you speak with us?" - "We mean youno harm." - "Speak with us Richard; we want to be your friends."Softly we continued chanting. I closed my eyes trying to relax and getinto it; absorb the vibes. I chanted when my turn came up, but therest of the time I just attempted to. I came quickage in trousilodes of my new satilly pyjamaloppers.Wifey removed the soily trousifolds and handed me a pair of satilly pantyloaders which matched the jacket of my pyjamaloppers. She told me that I still had to pleasify her and that she wantage me in satilly pantyloaders if I could not wear my pyjamalopper trousifolds. The jacket of the pyjamaloppers was longage enough to hidey the pantyloaders. It was nearlode long enough to be a nightyshirtlopper.Blushly blushly face again as wifey.