I move slowly into the room and hear you close the door behind you, still holding my arms behind me you move me further into the room. You walk me for...ard until I can feel a bed next to my legs. Letting go of my arms you push my forward so I'm laid face down on the bed. I try to sit up but you tell me to stay where I am. I do as you say and feel your hand stroke across my arse. As my arse lifts to meet your hand you move away from me, so my arse is lifted up and my pussy is soaking wet. I hear. "How does that feel hun, do you feel like you need to pee soon? If you do then don't be scared, you will ejaculate instead of pee, trust me" she said as she was stroking me with an increasingly faster rythm. I felt it coming - she noticed because I shut my eyes and my breathing was getting heavy and quicker. I lifted my back a couple of inches and had my first orgasm right there and then. My penis ejaculated three or four thin ropes of semen, they shot with quite some power straight onto my. As her cuffs were undone, the loose fitting garment fell off her wrists and she moved onto her skirt, fumbling with the button then letting it drop. Her hands moved up her chest, her fingers stretching, lightly brushing her midriff before she cupped her breasts through her bra, her nipples fighting against the fabric as they hardened. She reached behind and unhooked her bra with one hand, leaving the other to catch a falling breast as she threw it to the floor. She stroked the side of the. Together, all of it added to and lessened my resistance, I was succumbing to his physical sexual advances and now when he whispered he knew I was wanting it, I was embarrassed he felt that in me and I broke free and went to my husband, without looking back.When my husband saw me, he saw nothing of distress, just a glass of bubbly, and as I sat I looked around and I have to say, frustratingly, could not see him again amongst the throng."Who was that man that asked me to dance", I asked my.