She tried the other hand with same result. She was paralyzed! Experimenting, she could still turn her head and speak, but the rest of her body was unr...sponsive. She had no idea how long she lay there. She must have fallen asleep or passed out. The sound of a ringing phone stirred her from her semi-unconscious state.She opened her eyes and tied to move again. Her body failed to respond. She listened to phone ring and decided that it must be her husband calling to wish her a good night before he. “I want you to watch her suck my cock before I fuck you, my little slut. And I don’t want you touching yourself, is that clear?” Rose nearly protested out loud…she wanted she didn’t think she could hold off. And the thought of her master’s cock sliding into someone else’s mouth while she watched was excruciating, torturous. But at the same time, as he said it, she felt a surge of wetness flood her pussy. She relented, saying simply, “Yes, master. I want you to feel so good and get so hard. After the incident with my wife, Nate was very keen to impart his knowledge with me on his experiences with the swinging scene. This was something he didn't broadcast to the working world as there was still some stigma attached, but he very quietly made no bones about the joy and satisfaction he got from sleeping with the wives and girlfriends of other men, or seeing a woman handle two men at once. "So do you think your wife is keen to do it again?" Nate asked over lunch, as he finished telling. Nuns at the church had taken her in and had cared for her until my uncle found her.There was a poignant pause of silence. The record player had stopped. She was looking at the picture on her table and she reached up to touch it. She sniffed. I rose from the bed and went to stand behind her. I was feeling some remorse for my earlier callous actions. I laid my hands on her bare shoulders in comfort. She looked up at me in the mirror. Her reflected eyes were brimming with tears."She was so.