He agreed. he was making pretty good money off of her but the nights she would go visit James, the black guy, she kept getting back later and later, s... he followed her one night and after she went in he saw a few cars show up and a whole lot of guys get out and go into the same house. after they were all in, he snuk to the side of the house until he found a window were he saw his wife getting gang-banged by how many guys, he couldn't tell, he got pissed and burst in to the front door, and was. Please. I must have been near tears.I was pressed face down on the table. My breasts mashed on the surface, my poor nipples in agony. The weight and hands of the guest holding me firmly in place.Crack! I thrashed about, screaming. Then... nothing. Oh. The twenty were finished. Whew.A few moments of rest. Mistress was chatting with the guest. I just sucked on the plastic cock in my mouth.Mistress came over to me, placing a pillow on the table for my relief. I leaned down onto it. My titties. ” He stepped back and opened a cabernet. With care he removed a silver outfit, made almost entirely of metal links. Each link had a medallion on it with different pictures stamped into the medallions. “Strip, we try this one.’ As my wife slowly pulled her top and bottom off, leaving her completely naked in front of this stranger he continued to talk, ‘This outfit for private show. You wear for when you dance for my friends.”Mary dressed in the outfit, her large breasts fit nicely into the top. Lise," he whispered, panting the words in time with his thrusts."I know," I gasped, pulling at his hips and thighs with my fingers, urging him to fuck me harder.I recalled my previous visits, arriving unpredictably as I grew from a girl into a woman, and how Major Crispin would look at me. The warmth I'd felt and the excitement as his restrained interest grew with each passing year. I'd teased him at times, playing the innocent, but knowing this night would come eventually. At seventeen, I.