“Oh, bullshit,” I said, “you’d be the prettiest woman there.” “You’re my husband and you’ve got to say that,” she ...outed. “You really are,” said Greg, “and I don’t have to say it.” “No, I’m too fat, this skirt just hides it well.” “Stand up,” I told her. “Greg and I will be the judges.” Helen stood up and slowly turned all around in front of us. I told her to turn away from us and bend over we wanted. And then I started to feel them up. I imagined them waking up in the morning and coming into the kitchen to find me cooking breakfast. And then they started to feel me up. Every scenario I came up with led to intimate fondling and then dirty dirty sex.I noted that I was feeling really horny at the moment. I supposed it had been awhile since I'd been satisfied. Maybe I should just go out and get laid? I wondered, as I went into my apartment and locked the door. Yeah, I could get all sexified and. She was really upset and crying when I woke up. She started right away apologizing to me, and calling herself terrible names. After I told her what you'd done, both times, she stopped being as embarrassed, but then, she got real mad at you. Whatever you told her, when you got out of bed, really seemed to work though. What did you say to her?" I just told her I really didn't want to have to share her with another man." I was soaping Joyce's breasts and had bent over to work on her crotch area. Each, in itself, was easily bent and broken, but all twenty together could have held a much stronger man than Harold even if he had not been held by straps chains and locks. What he now heard was those clips being undone.One by one, slowly with a cadence of half a minute between each slight click and rattle.?Now, Harold, do not think that this is the end of the session, that may never end,? said Mistress with a small laugh. ?The bid to ?open the box? has been accepted and we are simply doing as.