After many enjoyable moments of taunting, I was released from my bonds, only to be put into more. I was blindfolded, leashed, and hobbled at my knees ...ith a short chain between my legs and a longer one at my ankles forcing me to take short dainty steps causing my ass to sway like the slut I am. My hands were locked behind me.I was lead by my leash into what sounded like a bathroom, the clicks of my heels echoed from the tile. I was placed on my back on a cold, short vinyl table. I was secured. The couples were looking closely at the cum that was gushing out of both my wife’s ass and vagina. The couples both left for bedrooms inside. That was their choice. And, now, I saw my wife head for a restroom inside. Time for a real clean up. After all, she did have three loads into her vagina, and one load into her ass.While she was gone, I considered leaving my post, and going home for the evening. I had seen my wife in daytime action, my wife getting four loads, my wife getting a DP, and my. Despite my crap diet, I was pretty fit, almost athletic, I inspected myself carefully, not bad I thought. Dressing casually I collected my keys and wallet, put on a light jacket and phoned the cab company. I then remembered the flowers I’d said I’d bring, or rather that Poo said I should bring. I walked two doors down to the florists, and told the lady what I needed. On impulse I said cost wasn’t a problem. So ten minutes later I was standing outside my shop with sixty quids worth of greenery. The thought of French cooking made his mouth water.“I would like for you to start at once. Have a look at the house. Stock up the kitchen and the cellar. Get what implements you need to get this household running. There are some crates with china and silverware that need to be cleaned and stowed. I shall go to London for a few days tomorrow. That will give you time to move in your own belongings and set things up properly. Is that agreeable to you?”A shy smile appeared on the young widow’s.