’ She directs her gaze back to my nipple that she is gently stroking. ‘What do you think they’re doing?’‘Er… Wanking?’She laughs. ‘Exa...tly! They’re not having sex. You are lucky that you have someone to have sex with. When they lift lock down think how many guys there will be who haven’t had sex for months. They’ll all be gagging for it!’We both fall silent for a while. I’m a little gobsmacked. This feels like progress. I feel that I ought to grasp the opportunity and push this a bit. But I’m. ”“Yes please” she said and hopped up onto the toilet lid when I pointed and told her to sit. I went over to the vanity shelf and came back with her mom’s magnifying make-up mirror.“Sit back and lift your feet up onto the seat” I told her. Once in this position I put my hands on her knees and eased them apart and said quietly “Now, with both hands gently open your kitty.” She chuckled at the use of such a rude word. “That’s a naughty word.” She reproached me.Her tiny hands went down and fumbled. This comprised of a white shirt with epulates a flying badge a cap and sunglasses. I wore my own black trousers.I entered the lounge to find the women all very merry and very excited. They were very drunk, the chants of "get them off" were quite embarrassing. I removed the hat and placed it on the head of one of the ladies. The sunglasses followed, then the shirt, which was ripped from my hands. I thought that would be enough but they wanted the trousers off.I looked to my wife for assurance. They held her wrists behind her back and pushed her through an open door.The room was large and circler. She was hustled to a round depression in the center of the room.. There Carol was strapped to a short thick padded board. The board was bolted to bottom of the depression. The board was long enough for just her body. Her hips hung over one end. Her head was braced up on the other end.. Her ankles were secured to rings set wide with her feet flat on the damp floor. The obvious purpose was to.