” I almost gave in. But then a bit of rational thought returned to me, and I started to look for a way out. This was all happening too fast. “I - ... need to pee.” I waited, but instead of leaving, her arms went around my body and started to massage my tummy. “Please, Anne!” “Please, what?” Her rhythmic massage heightened my need to urinate, and I wondered if she was doing it on purpose. “Please, I really need to pee, Anne.” “And? What’s the problem?” She knew damn well what the problem was, but. He then walked up to her seconds later, and grabbed her shirt and pulled it opened exposing her lovely tits. His hands roamed about each of her tits, as he groped and felt up each of them as I watched quietly from the corner of the room. He then told her, "Get on your knees!"My wife slipped down onto her knees in front of him. She looked on as he forced open the front of his pants, and yanked them to the floor. He wore no underwear, and his cock suddenly sprung out in front of my wife's face.. ..what if I told the guys "too much"...? What if my wife was testing me.....maybe she did not want it so rough as she said....it felt like I was total out of control....but yet in control.....and, she had to feel the same too....This little game of us really included a lot of trust....but if trust, then she had to be honest when saying she wanted "it all"...."to be treated like a slut and fucked all around"Some months later, a friday, a normal friday , I thought.but no....She came out of the. In fact these thoughts had been invading her thoughts more and more. She had tried to even suggest to her boyfriend that it may be great fun for her to be tied to the bed and ravished.He had made encouraging noises but had never done anything more about it and the subject seemed to be forgotten. However for Sandra the subject did not go away in fact it got stronger and stronger and had even started becoming daydreams.Then one evening as she walked home, a man approached her and asked for.