The wife showed me the outfits she made for our entertainers and I took her to see the stage sets with the table and the frame and hoisting apparatus,...then we started setting up the tables and sofas so everyone would be comfortable as well as several private rooms. One of the performers Dan came over to help cook and I remarked to him that the wife was in full boil because he wore shorts, suggesting he hide in the hallway while I coax the wife into another room while he came up behind her and. He laughed ‘Stop gawking at it you snooty bitch, clean that piss off with your mouth and tongue’ I mustn’t have moved quick enough because he reached down grabbed one of my nipples and pulled hard making me squeal with the pain of it. With his other hand he forced his piss coated cock into my mouth making me gag. Still holding onto my stretched nipple he said ‘You are supposed to do what i want you to, cunt so move faster next time, now swirl that tongue around my knob and clean me good. "Here we are, Madame," he said with a bit of an odd chuckle. "Enjoy yourself." Then she could hear him quickly retreating up the stone staircase.Oh, God, was she alone? She could hear the faint sounds of music coming from somewhere. Was that Chopin? Mozart? Fuck it was so familiar.It wasn't long though before Christine discovered that she was not alone in the least, She felt satin gloved hands begin to run up and down her body as if exploring. Her pulse quickened. She didn't know whether to be. Therewas no resistance. I slipped slowly under the silk, warm smooth fleshunder my fingers. Suddenly, the texture changed. Where flesh had been,now thick, smooth lycra. Spanx, I concluded quickly, deciding to play itcool. My fingers carried on slowly up her thighs, until she abruptlybroke off the kiss."You're pretty good at that," I said, her fingers still around my cock."It feels so weird," she said with a nervous smile. "Nice. I've nevertouched another man before. You sure it's okay?" Can't.