” Warm oil dribbled onto my skin, spread around by soft hands. Powerful fingers began to knead the muscles in my back and shoulders. I moaned as the...long-accumulated tension began to melt out of me. “Feels good doesn’t it?” she said. “Let me get a better angle.” She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her thighs touching mine. I was almost certain she was naked, and I felt my cock begin to stretch down between my legs at the thought of it. After a few minutes she shuffled down a little to. I spent many lonely hours looking at porn online. That’s where I found it…It wasn’t necessary to see her face. Her antique wedding set was fairly unique. Her late mother’s wedding set on the next finger over only added proof. The necklace was her last Christmas gift from me. The mesh camisole was a birthday present supposedly for me…No condom was evident. Sandra does not use birth control. We only see each other for maybe 10 days a month. We hadn’t had intercourse in 2 months. My rage was. "I was supposed to meet him here."The men looked at each other and laughed. "Rick's not gonna be here," said Cyrus."I don't understand," said Jan, backing away for the door."You know your husband likes to drink," said Cyrus, clearly the leader. "And when he drinks he likes to gamble. Too bad he's a shit gambler. He owes us a lot of money."Jan knew Rick was an alcoholic, but didn't know about the gambling. "How much does he owe?" she whispered."$500,000 and counting," said Cyrus.Jan gasped."I. The section under my head is padded, which she suggested because she may choose to sit on my face for extended periods. My arms are under the table with my wrists pulled painfully and tightly together by manacles. A wide leather strap around my hips holds me down against the table. There are similar straps for my thighs and ankles. Whatever pain or surprise Mistress Angela may give me, I cannot move away. The legs of the table are in a “V” so that my legs are wide open as I am strapped down..