What was my 'thingy' problem they werereferring to? I didn't have long to wait. A banging on to back doornearly stopped my heart. 'That must be Mr....Bellows, go let him, Sarah.We need to get over with before our specialists arrive.' My heat waspounding, 'What's going on,' I demanded. 'You be quiet, young lady,'snapped tall lady. Into the room walked a middle aged, beefy man. Hismuscular arms were completely sleeved in tattoos. In hand he wascarrying a large toolbox. 'Is the sissy?' he. Most of the people were watching from the back bar and there was a pretty constant flow of people peeking around the corner of the back bar. Everyone was behaving and no-one was grabbing or trying to catch feels or that would have ended it, but everyone was enjoying the fun.Her game was pretty bad at this point, so I finally won the next one. Without missing a beat, Stacy reached around, undid the bra and flung it at me to the roar of the crowd. Let me tell you that it was incredible at this. Well her new confidence is soaring as the evening goes bye, introducing me to her black friend Jazz and husband Ted we all mingle and a lot off alcohol is drunk, keeping all topped up and refreshed is hard going and about 23.30 I try to see the birthday girl but to no avail.I head out the back to where the garage is more Wine, Beer and Champ's on approach the door's a jar but dark inside, I can hear voices" God your so fkn sexy" Suck my cock oh ah" My wife will kill me"Slurping and groaning. She had never gone this far before, never with ankles chained so close, never with wrists cuffed behind her and most definitely never with her means of release safely stored in another room. It had been weeks in planning, her flat mate was away on business and he wouldn’t be back for days, it was ideal, and now she was reaping the benefits of that careful preparation. Powerless, a damsel in distress, all the fantasy was now real and the rhythmic thrusting of the hidden replica penis was.