He pulled it up tight. Ronnie took a narrow something out of a dish of water, it had a ring on one end and an adjustable end on the other. Ronnie and ...immy fastened it onto the belt at the back. I could feel the wetness running down my ass cheeks as Jimmy reached between my legs and passed the adjustable end to Buddy. He took the end and pulled brought it up to the D ring at the front of my belt. It reminded me of wearing a pad. I didn’t panic for that reason until Buddy started to pull it. I nodded in agreement again.“You can stop nodding like an idiot and say things back to me, you know?” Betty told me. She told me to wait there while she poured herself some wine. She unstoppered a different wine bottle with the anal beads she had used to seal the one bottle I had bought her a few days ago and poured the contents into two large glasses. I assumed one was for me but they were both for her. She just didn’t want to get up and get another one.She told me I could put my dick away now. Afterwards, he wanted to keep touching her, to hold her, to run his fingers through her hair. She had stiffly waited beside him and endured his attentions. After a long while, she had quietly asked permission to clean up. She had returned to clean him as well, which she had done tenderly, but with a cool separation. He could not put words to a request or demand that she stay with him that night, and she had returned to the slave quarters as she always did. In the weeks and months that followed,. My erection wasn't lost on Janet who teased me, "Look, the thought of it makes you hard doesn't it?" No. No, it's you playing with my cock," I countered."I don't think so," Janet shot back with a glint in her eye as she let go of my cock. "I think it's turning you on. I think you were really getting off a while ago watching Eric fucking me. I think you want to see men fucking your wife in front of you. Maybe eating their cum out of my pussy. Is that what you want? You want to clean up their.