”The bondage master let one hand slide slowly over Maria’s stomach to her pussy. As his fingers reached the top of her shaved slit, my wife spread...her legs even further apart so he could explore her cunt.“Mmm, I think we can see just how excited you are, Maria. How moist you are, it’s even running down your legs.”Sure enough we could see Maria leaking, steaks of wetness sliding slowly down the inside of her thighs. The bondage master slipped two fingers into my wife’s cunt, rapidly slapping. Hee hee." What's so funny?" I've never had a naked man to help me with the laundry. It sure makes it more fun." You, Miss Smith, are weird." That's good, right?" That's so good." Shower now." That, also, is good." Mmhmm"We walked in silence down the hallway to the bathroom. The whole thing was incredibly surreal. I must have suspended disbelief big time. I just went along with it, enjoying the banter, and the view."To the right, just there, rapist." After you." No bloody way. You already stared. The city girl, bold and confident, transformed to a demure girl, eyes downcast and head down whenever she came to her in-law's place. Her mother in law was very nice to her so it had nothing to do with being fearful of the woman. Her father-in-law was someone she had challenged and spoken aggressively to, only once; on that occasion an intense sexual chemistry between the two of them had sprung up and neither of them could control, manage or come to terms with that intensity. Her demureness had. Any slight movement by her encased arms caused the dildos to shift uncomfortably inside of her. The woman's legs cramped painfully as her feet were set into thigh high leather ballet boots with extremely high stiletto heals. Walking would be extremely painful for the wearer as they would be forced to do so on the tips of their toes with their feet held in the en point position. Luckily for her, she did not have to worry about that at this time as her legs were folded and fused to her thighs.