The first night we meet with Nigel in that motel room I'll and am sure, my ex wife will never forget. New man for my wife so we were quite nervous esp...cially Monica after all she was going to have sex with a man she hasn't even met. As Nigel walked into the motel Monica instantly took to him and after some greetings, chatting Monica decided to indeed have sex with this man she only just met and Nigel was eager to have this married woman. Monica adjourned into the en-suite to put on her sexy. Size five. Covered toe with a high ankle strap, exactly like Kimberly was wearing, Wes notices with irony. He pulled the strap tight around his ankle, flexing the high arch of his foot to make sure the fit is snug. He strapped the other shoe on, and gazed at the black leather strap making a soft indentation in the black tights.He could have sat there all day admiring his legs, but another knock on the bathroom door jars Wes back to his rather altered reality.For the meal service, Wendy found. Opening my eyes I turned my head and saw Lisa standing holding the blankets off me, staring at me with my hands bound behind my back. After a few awkward moments I moved my hand to open the ring and free myself but Lisa sat down beside me and put her hand over mine. Her fingers examined the little ring that held my bangles together, pushing open the catch and letting it snap shut again. Then she lifted the hem of my nightgown, I, raising myself up a little so she could slide it up past my waist. Rough at first then gently. Savoring the taste of the wine on her lips. He ran his hands down her arm, down her back. Rubbing the tension out of her neck. She leaned into his touch savoring it while it lasted. Time stood still while he touched her. The noise faded away, the tingling stayed. The bullet lay calm now. Her heart did not. She was going to have endure this torture till he allowed her release. She hoped it would be soon. She needed him inside her. Deep and hard, thrusting savagely..