She unwrapped the brown paper that covered it and inside was a most beautiful painting of a woman, naked except for a blindfold. The subject had her b...ck to the artist, her head turned to display delicate features and there were marks, like Ivanova’s after her whipping, across the skin of her back. Mira held the painting and looked at me. ‘What do you think?’ ‘I think it is grotesque. She is a beautiful woman, why would anyone want to mark her like that?’ ‘You saw for yourself the pleasure. He asked me if I was a slut who liked being ****d, and I said I was. He had me suck him off, which I was relieved about with my cunt and ass so sore and aching, then he came on my face and told me to wipe it with my hands and lick it. I got him off quick and gave my usual amazing blow job, taking every inch of his large shaft with ease. That part was like a break from all the torture.Then he asked me if I wanted the guys to **** me again. I wanted to say no but I said I did. He asked if I hoped. The fact that she hadnt made an attempt to move their hands yet made me think she was going to go with it. As Brian continued slowly with his story I could see the colour of my wifes face change to a rosy pink and if I wasnt mistaken she was moving in her chair. I could see Brians and Daves arms moving quite significantly now so assumed they were rubbing well up my wifes thighs under the table. My wife then took the last spoonful of her dessert, put down her spoon and leaned forward, put her. I nodded to him and while enjoying the hug, realized Art was a good looking guy. Once Matt and I separated, I got introduced to Art. Art was 32, as tall and well built as his brother. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed a lot of tattoo work around his biceps. It looked hot. Here I was with two hot guys. Matt helped me out of my coat and both boys realized I was dressed naughty. Art smiled and Matt made a smart remark of how hot I looked. Score! Drinks were ordered for me and we all.