I need to talk to you.’ ‘Oh,’ he said with a sigh of relief. ‘Ok, I’m coming.’ We went back outside, his mood a bit more dour than earlier... We talked as we smoked, mostly about how he felt about Lauren and his taste in music. When he listed some bands he liked, it clicked in my head. ‘I got this, go be lovey dovey with Lauren,’ I said. ‘You sure?’ he asked nervously. ‘Oh, I’m sure. Trust me, I won’t embarrass you.’ ‘I sure hope not.’ ‘I just pick a song, you have to sing it.’ He went a bit. At that precise moment, a thought came to my mind…a thought that my mind had never considered before…I wondered if Melissa had any pubic hair protecting her vagina. Perhaps my mind traveled in that direction for a reason. I was watching my husband…his hand began to probe its way in-between Melissa’s legs. Without being told, Melissa bent her knees slightly, allowing Steve easy access to her crotch. He cupped her crotch with his hand…Melissa moaned. That moan was meaningful to hear…I knew. I was glad that they didn’t decide to come over for a closer look. The break was welcome, and Ryan checked my back to make sure that the tree hadn’t caused any damage to me.The next pose was difficult for me. I was hauled up in the air by my ankles. I was left hanging upside down with spread legs and a ball gag in my mouth. My wrists were tied behind my back. I could feel my clit being pulled forward by the clamp and my hair was hanging down. It wasn’t long before I could feel the extra blood. Amy: (I can’t believe a simple massage could do this to a person. I’m going to ask him for another one tonight!)I was watching TV while Amy was bathing. There was a knock on the door.Me: Who is it?Guy: Room service.I opened the door. He inquired about our stay.Guy: Sir, forgive me but I forgot to give you something last night.Me: Oh, what is it?Guy: Here!Oh my, there was a pack of condoms in his hand.Guy: We are required by law to offer condoms to every client. I couldn’t give it to you as you.