I looked around the room. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. There was a wooden stocks and a bed with no mattress or springs against one wall....Hanging from another wall was a collection of whips, canes and other items I didn't recognise. There were ropes, straps and cables hanging from the ceiling as well as a large wooden cross.He lowered the cross from the ceiling. He came over to me and untied the leash from the wall. He started to drag me over to the cross. I tried to get to the. I knew, This was my only chance to get close to herI told my wife that I am going out for a haircut and shave and would return soon.I swiftly went to her house and there she opened the door for me and closed it immediately ..She asked me to close my eyes… Took me to the bedroom.. Made me sit… and after 2-3 minutes I opened my eyes to notice her getting ready in a red saari and bangles.. I was shocked.. I asked her what she was upto and she smiled from the mirror..She came to me and said… We. I won’t be just a piece of meat lying in a counter at some butcher. Or rather, several pieces of meat I should say.? I looked her up and down. She was in excellent physical shape. Strong of muscle but not muscle bound. There was still that female shape to her that meant tender muscle tissue too. ?What did you do before you became meat?? I asked her. ?Oh, I was a gym teacher at the Fremont High School.? Everything went click in my mind all at once. ?Sally,? I called. Matt wasn’t familiar with my preferences, but he certainly tried. Brian began to guide him and tell him what I liked. Hearing my husband tell another man how to work my pussy was amazingly exciting. With Brian’s help, Matt brought me to an incredible orgasm. I came hard, dripping my pussy juice all over the pool table. I told Matt to get on his back. I straddled him, slowly lowering myself onto him. I felt hands on me and looked up to see Brian guiding me and helping me to take Matt deeper and.