She led me to the shower and we cleaned up, showering together while still making out and kissing. We dried off and went back downstairs wearing only ...ur towels. We sat by the pool and had a drink or two. I heard the front door of the house open up since they had an alarm system that would chime when the doors opened. I nervously asked who it was and she said it was her husband who was expected home at any minute! I panicked, knowing that it would be horrible to be caught with his wife out here. I didn’t know what to say and kept quiet. Don’t know what signal that gave him but next he put his hand inside my kurta and started fondling my breasts, sometimes moving his fingers over my nipples. I was feeling excited and good but something inside me said it was wrong. But I didn’t know what to say. So I let him do what he was doing.He got bold and his next step was to untie his pyjamas and take one of my hands and put it on his penis while he opened my shalwaar and put his hand on my. Wade's Master was in his later 50's, he was also Wade's partner for the past twelve years. Wade was gagged but I wasn't since I needed to use a safe word just in case things got too intense. How did we meet, you ask? Well let me share how it began....Just a year earlier, I was engaged to my girlfriend of the past two years and on schedule to graduate early with a BS in Finance. I was focused and driven on my career path with a job already lined up for me after graduation. I was a very efficient. They knew my husband was away and wouldn't be back until the following day. And although I'm into "almost public" bondage, I am in fact a very modest woman and I would never show my secret place to anyone but a lover. Unless I'm forced to do so, which is where the humiliation factor kicks in.I don't know how long I was hanging there. I have no idea how many times I came. I was by now hurting a bit. The vibrator was still bouncing at the end of the string attached to my clitoris, but is wasn't.