I excused myself from Mrs. Jeffers and wandered, my eyes all the while looking for the emerald-eyed beauty. Harland and Kendall Brown, two important c...ients of mine, interrupted my search, trying to get me to join their newest venture: owning a New York City restaurant. I nodded my head, half-listening to their plan to have a Tennessee and Virginia styles restaurant in the heart of the business district. I knew it was a hair-brained scheme, but I could not tell this lovely couple that. After. But in reality, I wasn’t sure.The other aspect making me damp was James’s comment about watching. In my mind’s eye, I could visualise the scene. A huge black cock pounding me while my darling husband watched, wanking himself silly. We’d watched that sort of porn online but never for one minute had I considered I might be in that situation. I still couldn’t really accept I would be.I decided the fantasy was exactly that. I needed to come back to reality and expect a watch or something as my. Emma was rocking gently back and forth, with two of Isabella’s toes between her pussy lips and big toe wiggling on her clit. It was getting harder by the second to focus on eating my food. Emma smiled at me when she saw me looking at her. She was moaning a little, making my pussy dribble uncontrollably. Rob had virtually emptied his plate and I guessed, trying to ignore Emma’s moans but waited patiently for me to finish eating and drinking before he asked if I’d mind helping him to change his. Veronica rang the doorbell. A maid answered and when she identified herself, the heartbroken woman was led through several rooms then down a set of stone steps into an underground dungeon.She paused, fear rising afresh in her throat as she glanced around the stone walls. S & M apparatus of every kind, steel cuffs, chains, racks, whips and other assorted implements of torture hung from the walls and ceiling. But it was the three figures who stood waiting which caused her to gasp.Betty stood to.