We set off to the Mediterranean, and the sea was calm and pleasant. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we wou...d curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me. By the time Adrienne showed up, I was a wreck. She sensed it immediately. I knew this because she went straight to the cupboard, opened up a bottle of wine, and poured me a tall glass. Then she poured one for herself.We sat on the sofa, curled up and facing each other, and I spilled everything. Adrienne listened patiently, never interrupting. When I'd finished, my glass was empty and she refilled it."I've heard of Damien Santos, but I never made the connection that he was YOUR Damien. And from. “But if you follow that logic, men should like to get it in the ass too.” She insisted.“Most guys just never try it.” Ralph said, tilting his head back to empty his glass.“Have you?” Mayra asked him.“Sure.” He said.We looked at him in some shock.“Hey, you have to just try things sometimes.” He said, “It was the seventies, we were doing all sorts of stuff.”“Did you like it?” Mayra asked.“I was more into his wife.” He said, “She was hot.”“Two men and one woman. Now that sounds like a good idea!”. They were all over each other and then here come the strap ons. They were fucking each other and I knew it would happen to me too. One of them made me spill a drink and Donna told me I needed to be punished , I cleaned up the mess and told her I would be in the room waiting on the bench. They all came in and Donna strapped me in, I opened my mouth for the gag and she said we want to hear you scream. My punishment began and they were being brutal. Wood paddles and bath brushes were what they.