At one point I felt another body press up behind me and reach around to unbutton the rest of my shirt and grab ahold of my breasts. I just went with i... for a while and then turned around to see that it was my husband. At last he was interested in something besides drinking.I enjoyed the attention of both men for the next couple of dances. Other hands and bodies became involved as the dancing crowd packed tighter and tighter. Eventually my husband grabbed me and led me off the dance floor,. I won’t do it again,” I sobbed. His only reply was a hearty laugh, and worse, the sound of a woman laughing. My blood ran cold and I jerked against my bonds. My brain was frantic, who had he brought into my house to see me like this? Where did he find her? Why did he bring her here? Too many questions and no answers. My trust in Rob was suddenly shaken and for the first time I began to regret revealing my secret desires to him. “Who is that? Who else is here?” I shouted in a panic. Rob’s hand. I would slip out the back door, using the natural cover and darkness to hide me, while my protectors set up to welcome any guests that might show up.Once tonight was over, if they didn't come for me, we would do it again the next night and again until they showed up.I was briefed fully, or as fully as the feds ever do, and they had intentionally allowed certain suspects to accidentally find out where I was being hidden. Should that knowledge be used, then the FBI would have clear sailing. I bend over and lick at them, swirling my tongue around first one, then the other, squeezing and massaging your beautifully massive formed hills. I drop the quickly melting ice down into your cleavage, and trace a line down towards your open legs. It finally melts just at the beginning of your pubic mound, and I pause for a moment to admire its shape and color. The lips are flowered open, your hard clit peeking out above the glistening pink flesh. I teasingly press a finger against the entrance.