”“No, really, it’s ok. I’ll think about it.”The man just nodded, holding the door open and Tegan started to step outside, then turned and lo...ked up at him.“Actually… do you have a condom?” Two minutes later they were fucking.As traumatic as the situation had been Tegan had been on edge all day and right now her hormones were running wild. It certainly didn’t hurt that her rescuer was a tall handsome musclebound personal trainer and judo instructor, and she felt her heart pumping for reasons. The women pulled out the fancied up chairsand indicated that their spouses should sit in them. The husbands wentwhere they were shown, directly across from each other. They each had tosee what was almost a mirror image of themselves.The wives used zip ties that were hidden in the decorations on thechair's arms, to bind down the sissies' wrists. Once that was achievedand the husbands were looking worried about what it might mean, the wivesmoved to the kitchen to get themselves some wine. In. "Oh yeah! It was great!" I'll come over tomorrow, okay?" Yeah, cool."When Bobby returned, Gail and Jimmy stopped talking and looked away from each other. Bobby plopped down next to his best friend, resuming the game they had been playing. Gail left for the kitchen to get a cool drink. She was hot!But she couldn't stay away.Leaning on the door jamb, Gail stared at the two boys. Well, she glanced at the two, but her eyes settled on Jimmy. Both lay on their bellies, their raised upper bodies. I caught a quick glimpse of Vanessa jumping up from her stool, as I ran and knocked at the front door, hoping I might still be able to salvage the situation. When Vanessa opened the door she was wearing the towel around her waist. Above her pink bodice a rather large expanse of pale, freckled bosom was exposed, heaving deliciously in her current state of agitation. ‘It’s only me,’ I said, in the vain hope that, if I played it cool, she would think that the face in the window was a figment of.