The door to the pool house was unlocked and slightly open. Sure enough, Monica was in the pool and so was another figure, Mike saw. A man. Jack, Mike ...igured. He seemed to be enjoying himself with Monica Winters. They were making out. ‘That son of a bitch!’ Ashley said. ‘I’m going to kill him!’ ‘You still want to expose her?’ Mike asked. Ashley ground her teeth in frustration. ‘Yes. It’s not his fault. At least, not entirely his fault.’ ‘Okay. When she leaves, you go in and confront him. I’ll. Her sniffles now muffled as she faced the floor. I picked up a 4” wide ratchet strap and tossed it across her hips and cuffed wrists to the other side of the table. I secured the hooks on the table fitting and started to click it tighter. She started to really cry as the strap tightened. It was making me harder by the second, listening to her sweet whimpering. I then proceeded to do the same at her ankles. I took a bungee cord and strapped it across the back of her neck, not expecting it to. He reached his hand between her legs and started to circle around the material covering her vagina which moved with his fingers, telling him that she had become very wet and turned on. It was that and the moaning she let out as his fingers brushed across her underwear in circling motions making her almost scream with pleasure. He clambered over himself and pulled off his trousers which were now resting below his erection and she instinctively pulled her dress above her head leaving only her. - Oh Isabel, I don't feel like leaving anything or getting dressed, I'm enjoying this afternoon so much, I said, half sleepily.- But look, they come to drink some beers, and they certainly want to drink it here on this table.- I don't care about me, they being close by doesn't bother me. Only if you are afraid that your husband will look at me, I said, knowing that she didn't care because she trusts her husband a lot and vice versa.- I don't care, I'm also going to enjoy a beer, I'm almost done.