I had made a choice and my choice was to be used by this woman and her husband. And no matter what happened from that point on to the point where his ...enis thrust itself into my adulterous cunt, it had happened because I permitted it, I chose it to be so. After the shower, I was bathed and the hair on my head washed, rinsed and tied in a towel. The scent of warm wax told me what lay in store for the rest. I was laid out face down on the massage table, my hands and feet secured with. . But suddenly you reach forward and pat me on the back; coming closer your arm goes around me... You feel my shudders. My helplessness... I grab for some tissue but none is close by... you walk over and get me some... handing me a handful watching me. I feel you brush my hair from the side of my neck... I look at you and step away... trying to gain control but with a step the fine powder poofs up again and I am again sent into a fit of sneezing... almost bending over with the force of them.. The object of their gaze was a lilting shapely on the other side of the pool. Greg turned to see Christelle sashaying along the path to the pool. Her light brown hair bouncing lightly on her shoulder, she wore large Prada sunglasses and embroidered fuchsia pink bikini top that accentuated her ample bust. A sea blue wrap was tied around her waist, her lithesome legs peeping through a gap in the wrap. She wore slip on heeled sandals and carried a large multi-coloured bag over her shoulder. Greg. As we continued smooching again, his hands started running over my stomach now.And this time it was reaching toward my salwar. As soon as he reached to my salwar, he pulled the string off and started sliding it down. He slid my salwar down till my knees and started moving his hands around my thighs and my panty. He was manhandling me by now.I was in his total control. I was dripping wet by now. But he was in no rush today. We broke our lips once again and he got off the sofa. He unzipped his.