The erotic atmosphere was set off with some smooth music and soft candle lights, but the room was filled with the aroma of sex. My wife and her lover ...ere fucking in the middle of our marital bed, while I was sitting on a wooden chair in a corner, fully naked, with my ankles and wrists tied to the legs and back of that chair.Ana moaned softly, briefly glancing over her shoulder in my direction, smiling as she noticed my cock was growing hard…They both were in perfect sexual harmony, giving me. About an hour later, Jim returned to his dungeon.As he came out of the darkness at one end of the dungeon and into view of the women, Sandra was the first to speak. Actually, she screamed. “What the fuck are you doing, Bill? Let us go! Where the hell are our clothes? You son-of-a-bitch, I’ll kill you for this.”Jim smiled as he walked up to Sandra’s prone body. WHACK. He slapped Sandra’s face as hard as he could, and quietly said. “To use your own words, Sandra, words I’ve heard you scream at. You help me and I help you. But you throw me a line of bull and you’re going down with the rest of them.”I’d been throwing up all night — must have had some bad stuff — and I was still feeling sick. But the cop wouldn’t care about my health, he wasn’t in the mood.“Like Jimmy said, we were just out seeing some friends. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”“Then why are you crying?’“I don’t want to get into trouble.”“Why would you be in trouble if you haven’t done anything wrong?” He took a deep. You share my bed nightly and I only allow you to couple with other men on very special occasions – for visiting kings and the like – and always I accompany them. This is a day out of the ordinary, as you can tell from the moment you awaken and find I am no longer in the bed with you. I normally at least wake you to say goodbye, but now you find the door locked and no explanation for my absence. Unknown to you, a slave master from a nearby country is visiting and I was commanded to show.