" "Nicki." I said. "So, Nicki. What..." "Mmmm?" I turned to him, eyebrows raised. "What form will this... 'appreciation' take?" I smiled: I had been w...iting for this. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, "Well, that's kind of up to you." "I see," he replied, "Well, I'd say you're heading in the right direction." I slid my hand up his leg towards his crotch, smiling at him as my fingers brushed against his cock. I gave it a squeeze and felt it twitch. "Mmm." I unzipped him, felt around. Now that she was helpless, unable to escape anymore, for she had placed herself in that position, now, she could let her fear run over her.And it did; like a wave, it soaked her body. Her heart raced, her breath came in labored gasps. She struggled, futilely, against her manacles. Her body covered in sweat, Aisha now was able to dwell in her fear.But after the wave of fear passed, Aisha still remained, manacled and shackled to her cross, waiting.She heard the door open and steps coming down the. " Aaron demanded. "Any man that permits another man to fuck his wife in his own bed doesn't deserve to wear men's underwear. You are to go buy three pair's of women's panties. They will be your underwear from now on. You will hand wash them every three days as to remind you of your place as a cuckold husband. Go now, and take pictures of you wearing each pair in the dressing room. We will let you know which pairs we approve of. And by the way, I'll be fucking your wife while you're out trying. Rod signaled to the petrified Kim to follow. She did, and Rod followed her into the bedroom. Barton was seated, close to the bed and facing it. The bed was enormous, more than half again the size of a king-sized bed.Earlier, when all the moving of luggage was going on, Rod had brought into the bedroom unnoticed a bag of his own. He now opened it and handed Kim some lengths of rope."Here lady, tie your limp dick of a husband to the chair. Tie his ankles and his wrists."Kim was in tears. "No,.