Unlike the usual arrangement, the stage was not raised above the floor. It seemed there would only be one spectator: me. On the stage, two stout poles...stood, about six feet apart. Off to a side, a large, dark chest. Nothing else. There was no one there yet, except for the gorgeous Jane and me. I felt the cool air on my arms and heard the hum of the air conditioner in the distance.A door opened and Olga led Lynette in by the hand. I tried to rush to embrace her but Jane held me back.?Don’t. Wait. She had prepared a wonderful meal for them and was very forceful about eating first and enjoying the expensive wine (that warmed his insides and relaxed his racing mind). Then after clearing the table she put some music into the CD player and guided him out onto their deck. Sting’s music suddenly filled the night with a slow tender ballad. She wrapped her arms around him and began dancing with him. She didn’t ask to dance. She just took him and began moving to the sensuous music as she wrapped. “Hmmm?”“Remember when you would come over to my place for the weekend with nothing but your handbag and a toilet kit?” Helen nodded even as she whimpered as her first cum washed over her. She had usually packed at least a small bag, with her makeup and maybe a nighty, but she knew what Jack was referring to. “Well, it’s been a while since we’ve done that, so that’s what we’re doing this weekend.” Jack began guiding her motions with his hands on her hips.“Oh?” she asked weakly, her pussy walls. It looked like a bra at first. Closer examination showed it to be a pair of breast cups. They were made of the same black material as the cup enclosing my cock and balls. These were much larger than the clear ones I had worn overnight. A wide black band connected them and would wrap around me. Shoulder straps completed the bra look. Wires ran from each cup and joined together into a single wire. There was a fitting at the apex of each cup and several more around their base.Mistress Laura held.