"I enjoyed their pleasure, and especially yours. But we have a visitor."I looked past the end of the bed and could see dark thick hair already suggest...ng who had arrived. I shifted off the flesh of Lindy, who I had been spooning, and crawled slowly to sit beside my still naked wife. Kneeling in the doorway, naked, hands clutched behind her as if manacled, head bowed, knees spread to shoulder width, Seraphine awaited my command.I sighed. "I don't know if I can do justice to this," I murmured."I. He bound her wrists with leather straps to the railings and spread her legs, tying them together with a strap wrapped around the crate.He placed a blindfold over her eyes and moved around behind her again. He lifted her skirt and proceeded to lick her arse and pussy, she was immobile and could not move, he pushed her top up revealing her nylon clad breasts which he started to caress as he rimmed her and licked her pussy.She could not stop herself letting out a small moan of pleasure, her pussy. I knocked on the door and opened it. He motioned for me to sit down. As he ended the call he walked to the door and I heard him lock it. "Brittney, all year your grades been declining. You are failing my class. If I don’t remember you are here on a scholarship. A strict scholarship if I may add…" “I know, I know…” I interrupted him “It’s just…” “Excuses are like assholes…” He continued on with his lecture while sitting on the front of his desk right in front of me. I stared at the floor, the. I chanced a look at his face, guilt, embarrassment and something else. Pity? Even now, I think that’s what pushed me over the edge. I could tell by his breathing that the sixth dancer had moved him. A lithe brunette with generous breasts, which she massaged until the coral nipples grew tight as rosebuds, she had slim hips and no pubic hair, and my husband watched her intently, compulsively. At the end of her dance, she sank to her knees on the stage floor, arching her spine as she lowered her.