It was my daughter masturbating just on the other side of the wall. Were the sheetrock to disappear, I could reach out my arm and grasp her naked brea...t. I could raise up on my elbow and watch her working that pink vibrator into her pussy. I could....With a surge of madness and adrenalin, I leapt from my bed, slammed open my bedroom door and dashed to Emmie's room. My teeth were clamped shut with a mixture of rage and pure fuck-lust. She looked up at me with her eyes bulging as I approached her. The woman looked up and turned bright red. She was so embarrassed that you would have thought it was her in my office having sex with Delon!She meekly explained, “Doug sent me in to answer the phones.”Oh my god! Doug must have come to the office and looked in. He must have seen us! I tried not to imagine what he must have seen. Nothing that happened in my office this morning was anything a woman would want her husband to witness.Helen and Cindy both turned bright red. They didn’t say a word.. I said we'd host the next one. Jake smiled. As I departed, Jake called out, "See that Pam wears something sexy. We don't want a hostess that looks like a Tomboy." I grinned uncomfortably and scrapped the idea of having her wear jeans and a sweat shirt. Pam was not pleased to hear about the poker party. She disapproves of gambling and she hates being around drinking and smoking men. When I told her what Jake said about wearing something sexy, she threw a fit. I let her rant and rave, but she. You’re in his control now and you know it. You obey quickly, wanting to do anything you can to please him and to make him give in. “Give me your hands,” he commands. His voice is not harsh, rather soft and confident, but there is no doubt that this is not a question. You raise your hands and he clicks the handcuff-on-a-rope things in place. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” he taunts as he pulls your hands onto your tummy by the ropes. “Now, let’s just get ready…” you feel tension on your right.