Much to my surprise she had put on her small satin robe, the one she wears when she wants me to fuck her. It is very short and hardly covers her ass o... her beaver. My wife is about 5 foot 8 inches tall. Bleach blonde shoulder length hair, small tities an a pot belly. She is far from a super model. She leaned against the table next to Alex, the short robe lifted enough to show her hairy wet cunt. Alex laid his cue on the table, put one hand on my wife's cunt and the other untied her robe and. I told him that I had too much and I will have this then I will be out of my control he forced me and I drinked full beer and he was still drinking his beer slowly. He asked me put the clothes off and hang them because we have to wear them tomorrow I denied but he convinced me saying that we both are boys and there is nothing to be worried. I agreed to him and removed all my clothes except my underwear ( V Shape) and went to bed . Suddenly door bell rang and I was only in underwear and Vishal. He gave her a helping hand to mount the sheeted mattress and assume a wide knee doggy pose. More chains were drooped across her prone calves, her waist and her wrists. He clipped their ends to puckered folds of the taut sheets, creating a light bond, tying her in place. The hanging nipple and pussy chains were fastened down last, they just barely dangled to the sheets. He shortened their length before clipping them down. The stretched sheets created a pulling sensation that tingled her. He ran his fingers through my hair. “You’re not a whore,” he continued. “ I’m not paying you to stay here. You're free to leave anytime you want and you have just as much ‘control’ as I do.” Somehow, that was the most humiliating thing. Knowing that I was freely giving myself to this man. It was that dirty desire to be used like a whore. These dark cravings. My dirty little secret. Then, he added, almost tenderly, “I respect your boundaries, J. We’ve talked plenty about this. You only have to.