This was an argument that they had been having for days."But why? I just don't understand," Mike said, exasperated. "Steve is the perfect guy. He turn... you on, he's great in bed — you told me that. And he's been cool at work — he hasn't told anyone. I don't understand why you want to stop seeing him."Jen frowned at what her husband had just said. "Because I shouldn't be 'seeing anyone' except you! You're my husband. You don't want me to just screw Steve. You want me to date him, have a. “And what else would be expected of him?”“Help you dry yourself and dress.”“Dress to your taste?”“Of course,” he responded quickly. “But before all this he will have taken you shopping to buy you something to wear for the occasion. I will have already told him what my tastes in ladies lingerie are.”“And they are?”“Lacy. Sexy. Daring,” he told her. “Colours in red or black or pink.”“And stockings?”“Goes without saying, doesn’t it?”Larry could hear her breathing getting heavier.“All this sounds. ( But that’s another story )This had led me to where we are now you had fantasised about being used against your will and it made me hard thinking of men grabbing you and holding you down while they fucked and abused you. I had been on email and phone meeting guys who fit the bill and I knew had big and hard cocks for the job.I had arranged a time and a place in the woods I knew to be isolated and quiet. The 6 men had agreed to the fun and I told them what I wanted them to do to you they were. ‘You can frisk me if you think I’m dangerous.’ Her lips press together again. ‘Please, frisk me? It’ll be fun.’ She laughs and starts to shake her head. ‘No, no frisking. I’m…I…I think I should be going. It was a…’ the customary ‘pleasure to meet you’ freezes in her brain and she looks at him again. ‘Pleasure?’ He says softly. She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. ‘Look. It’s late. I’m cold. I’m tired and I’m hungry. I want to go home.’ He nods briefly. ‘Done.’ ‘Done?’ ‘Yes, done..