A sheer,almost transparent blouse barely covered huge silicone breasts, whichShe attached to my chest with the surgical glue a week ago, beforemention...ng that she forgot to order the solvent.My hands were held securely behind my back in a leather pouch, bent atthe elbows and folded together - She liked it better that the arm bindersleeve, because I wasn't able to cover (and protect) my ass. Beltscrossed my shoulders, keeping my arms securely bound behind my back andutterly useless.Above locked. I looked all over the dance floor, waited outside the Ladies room and asked around. No Carol. I went out to where the cars were parked and heard some groans. I walked over to our car and there was Carol on her knees sucking Mark’s cock and fingering herself. I lost it. I yelled ‘Carol’. She stopped abruptly. Mark was beyond the point of no return and he came all over her. My emotions were rampaging, uncontrollable rage and fear, jealousy and betrayal. This was supposed to be something we did. All I could hear was our bodies slapping gup againt each other in an attemp to cum at the same time. Apparently, he wanted more than I could give for the moment. We both stopped, weaning out our orgasms untill be could learn how to breath again. Whe we both started to relax, we went back at it again. I was ready to cum. He then went and drove me to the next level. He pounded faster and faster until I came all over his cock. When he pulled out, my juices came out with it. “Marry me.” “what?” I. I thought about Mrs. Cooke, what if she comes down the stairs, she could look into the kitchen and see them. After thinking about it I realized that his wife was still in the Bedroom, probably sleeping off her last night binge. I also thought about Sharon, what would she think if she saw her Father fucking the Staff? Soon, these thoughts left my mind as I heard them grunting. I could not move my eyes off of them. He began to get rougher and faster with each thrust. I was watching his balls.