"He ... um ... he took care of the ... eh ... problem." Oh, good. He's a helpful guy. Good with his hands."Ashley smiled fondly. "You have no idea, Kr...sti. And he's amazing with his tool!"It was nice to see her smiling again, even if she was acting a little weird.That night Ashley was more relaxed then she had been since the incident, almost back to her normal self, I was happy to see. Ever since the incident she had been tense and I was glad to see she found a release. In bed, Ashley went down. Jeff stood in the middle of the room with his pants down around his ankles. His head was bent back and his eyes were closed and he groaned as Carmen worked on him.It was obvious that he wasn't going to protest. I still felt confused, though. I didn't think I wanted to have sex with Peter, but how could I refuse?Carmen suddenly stopped bobbing her head over Jeff's cock, standing up she led by his dick over to the bed. He shuffled after her with his pants down around his ankles; Jeff looked like. I tried to get my wife to go too buy she wanted to stay so I had to go to are car and wait for her. I waited for at least an hour before I drove home to get are camcorder. thoughts were running through my mind about what those guys said and how my wife was acting at the bar. I was thinking, what if I just left her with them, what would they do to her, so I made my way back and waited.The guy singing got done for the night then some people started leaving then my wife comes out holding onto. She only had 10 minutes to be on thetreadmill or her hooters will start hurting. She hurried back to herroutine.While exercising, she let her mind process even as it slowly returned tobimbo. She came to the conclusion she would have to continue her routineof sex and selling sex recordings. She had to continue to make paymentson the mansion. She also needed something to ensure she would return toconsciousness every day. She needed some early afternoon 'side fucks'before she lost herself to bimbo.