I’m getting wet writing about it all again. I wet the tip by fucking my dripping cunt with the pink, soft toy. Then before I loose nerve I switch ha...ds and bend over a bit. shoving it into my ass I stop breathing for a second. Wait – before I can catch that breath I see my nipple clamps. On in a flash I now am panting. My swollen tits have been tied for 3 hours and are now being squeezed at the nipple. I love it. I am being quiet but am glad no one else is here. Then the door opened. Someone. ’ ‘Ok I think we’d better change the subject before something gets said that could upset someone.’ I was looking at the woman I loved, not really hearing what she was saying. I found myself wishing I hadn’t gone to Basingstoke that day. ‘In that case, thanks for letting me have the children this weekend, it is your weekend to have them really.’ ‘They’ve been with me for the last four weeks. Its only fair you have them this weekend.’ ‘Thanks, but I really wanted to ask you if we can meet up. “No, no, no, that’s not how I meant it, it’s just I know that Mr. Reed has been out of town for a while, for the new business and all, I don’t know, please forgive me.” I pleaded.She walked to the door and shut it, this time, completely. “Well Jason, like you said, Mr. Reed has been gone for quite some time, and you know I could, use a little help with something.” She began to unbutton her shirt. “If your okay with it that is.” I nodded my head, not being able to say anything else. She motioned. The following day was basically relaxing and swimming and we along with seven other couples were taken back to the special room where Becky introduced us to the ART OF MIND SEX, where we were shown how to get in touch with our inner sexuality by mental stimulation and positive thoughts and throughout the session we each took a turn lying on a mat in the centre of the room while all the others played with your body, it was quite mind blowing especially when two of the guys there wanted to.