Tammy was looking at me with a pleading look, hoping I would stop this madness. I was frozen to the spot, unable to look at anything except those hand... caressing my wife. Tammy looked at all of us wanting someone to intervene. John pulled her blouse off and she gave up hope. "Do you want to take me to bed?" "Hell no, slut. I'm going to fuck you right here." I looked at Susan to see how she was taking this. Her eyes were gleaming and she had a small smile on her face. She was looking forward to. I'm moving some new machinery in and I'll need the space. I'll have Larry load the stuff up today and bring it over. I'm relying on you to keep your word. I don't think your dad would appreciate getting a bill from me." Thanks, Mr. Wilson. I'll be here at eight sharp next Monday."When the truck arrived later that morning, I helped Mr. Wilson's hired man, Larry unload and carry the stuff across the back yard to the tree. I covered it with a plastic tarp to keep it dry. I'd also need about two. I helped Erin load the truck and admired her body as she climbed in wearing a short skirt and stretch top. I walked ahead of her and I opened our gate to see her out. She stopped as she pulled out and motioned me over for a kiss. Just as I leaned in to kiss her she grinned and said “I thought about what you want me to do, and I’m game but it’ll depend on him. I’ll let you know for sure when I get there.” Then she planted a kiss on me and pulled away. My heart raced with excitement, hoping she’d. Peter told he would be back after freshening up while John would guide me through the whole bungalow. John fixed me a drink, asked my whereabouts, and guided me through the whole bungalow.As I walked through I was able to understand the effort he took for designing and organizing the building; right things at the right place, very crafty, innovative and perfectly arranged to have sex. There were four bedrooms in total; one room was devoted to ‘BDSM’. That room had a big bed with a black velvet.