” Carmelle screamed as he drove the hook into her tight arsehole. Her Master laughed as she thrashed against the chains, unable to move within her r...straints. Her shaking subsided and she trembled as he hoisted her curvy arse into the air, connecting the hook to the loop at the back of her collar. Her back arched with the pressure of the link and she glared at the headboard. “Is that comfortable, my darling bitch?” “I’m comfortable if it pleases you Master.” “A little tighter then." He. I would watch Ashley and her stud mingle, and then dance. After dancing a while, the two of them would leave, and I would drive myself home. Like tonight, the previous two times Ashley had been very tantalizing on the dance floor. I found myself extremely aroused to see my wife openly flirting with another man. Of course, no one else in the bar knew that she was my wife, until she changed the game tonight. Why had she changed the game tonight? That question, among others, was one I hoped to. He slid the flat of the blade first over my chest then under my chin. He was laughing as he loosened his hold around my neck. He knelt over me with the knife in his hand. I was about to scream out when he placed his hand over my mouth to prevent me making any noise. I was still struggling when I closed my eyes waiting for the pain of the knife to thrust into me. I felt his hairy chest on my face as he reached behind me and cut the thin rope that bound my ankles and wrist. I opened my eyes, a. "I don't suppose you're all dirty and need a shower?" asked Mary coyly."As a matter of fact I do." Bob stood up and she pulled the shower curtain all the way open so he could join her. It was cramped in the extreme in the small shower stall, and about all they could do was rub together and kiss. They did a lot of that, soapy hands exploring each other's bodies."Now I'm all horny" said Mary, kissing him one more time. "Let's get out and dry off and go see if my bed's made. You can help me make.