It was weird, to be sure, but watching the nude girl blatantly mouth her sister’s crotch fueled her imagination in ways she had not considered befor....“God no, I mean, i don’t think so. I still want a boy to do this too, I think. I mean, I haven’t yet or anything. But until then, why not?” Kelly gasped, pulling back and telling her new pussy slave “Take them off of me and get your face where it belongs!”.Kelly watched as Rachel appeared to eagerly comply, her hands coming up and deftly pulling. Tony couldn't believe that he was giving thisridiculous idea even a moment's thought. The only reason wasChadsworth. The charming Beau Chadsworth. The gentle, church-goingBeau Chadsworth. The philanthropic Beau Chadsworth. For all Tony knew,the criminal mastermind Beau Chadsworth. His childhood chum andsometime college roommate had been bilking Harkness' investors and theGovernment out of millions. God only knew how much Chadsworth hadsalted away in Swiss banks or Hong Kong and Bermuda. I followed his finger and my eyes grew wide with shock as I saw my husband, Simon Bradshaw, rubbing his hands up and down the pretty girl's arms. She was smiling up at him. Feeling hurt, I threw back the last of my wine then slammed the glass down and headed towards the door. My head started to spin. Once I was outside I breathed in the cool air and rubbed my hands up and down my arms. Matt followed me outside "are you, OK?" he asked with concern. As I stared deeply into his eyes I forgot all. They too were having a costume party, and no onetook special note of us. We settled in at the bar, and I sat there withmy head laying forward on the bar, hearing the bartender say, "She'snot in any kind of condition to be drinking." And then heard Rachael,"She won't need anything to drink, but give this to the first girl whooffers to buy her one." With that she handed him a key on a shortchain. At the same time, I felt my right wrist being handcuffed to thebar rail. Before I could utter a.