Her curls danced breezily as she took a sip from her drink, revealing finger nails painted the same unnatural color complete with tiny stars sprinklin... their nail beds. The cloak she wore was free flowing, revealing little of what she wore underneath, but her boots ran up and over her knees. They were shiny and black with tall platforms, buckles running up the front. She probably wouldn’t have looked out of place at a gothic techno party. Her eyes were two stunning sapphires nestled deep behind. "Take them off."I smirk. She was so damn demanding. Her stare burrows into me when she doesn't see me move. "Oh, really? What are you gonna do about it if I don't?"I say with a teasing smile. She narrows her eyes at me and tilts her head to the side, accepting my silent challenge of control. "Don't test me Emily. Take off those damn panties." I push down the left side of the panties to tease her and smile victoriously as she bites her lip. "Make me."I whisper quietly and seductively, snapping. But pity was a passing feeling. I looked at her red meat, at her poor face asking me to end the fuck session, at the two whores now playing with her funbags, and I had an idea.I asked if either had a dildo. Skinny as usual answered as usual. “ Sure. Most clients who order two whores want some lesbian action. We have a butt plug too. “ I asked them to bring them. Soon a red dildo and a white butt plug appeared. I asked them to insert the dildo into aarti’s vagina. They did so, and aarti, for all. For many minutes I watched as she stroked and licked and sucked his cock; I watched her bring him almost to the point of orgasm and then stop briefly or change rhythm just before he'd have been unable to control it. I could see by the expression on his face that Bob was not on any conscious level aware anymore that I was even in the room. I stared into the camera lens in a sort of hypnotic trance at the same time both vaguely and vividly aware that this was my wife on that bed with Bob. I.