Even naked, she had numerous places where attachments could be clamped to her pierced tongue, nipples, belly button, clit and labia. Even her perineum... the skin between her pussy and ass hole sported a steel ring. Not to mention the permanently riveted manacles around her wrists and ankles and the steel collar around her slender neck.The reason her head was being held up was so that the dildo affixed to the frame in front of her could slide easier down her throat. It was a big, black rubber. This was worse than the days before a visit to Clerkenwell, he thought, and those were distracting enough. A couple of days ago, he couldn’t have imagined the situation he now found himself in. Yes, he’d noticed Allison. After all she was just the sort of woman he found attractive; self-assured, confident, neatly, if somewhat conservatively dressed. Thinking about it, he could recall three or four of the outfits she regularly wore to the office; conventional suits, sometimes trousers, sober. I had my eyes shut.I thought it was so ironic that I was imagining this exact thing not that long ago. Jeff came up from sucking and nibbling on my clit, with his chin all wet, and started kissing me again, as he undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. With my legs still up in the air, I reached down to feel his massive hard-on. I almost came right there.Jeff was hung. He was like one and half times bigger than my bf. I started to sweat just thinking about that thing. But I think the fantasy of it, the taboo of violating such a nasty area is most of the appeal. It’s nothing compared to the feel of her perfect cunt. After all this fun, all the experimenting, using my wife’s body in ways she would never allow, I guess the classic way is best, the normal way we’ve always done it anyway. Huh, I guess I didn’t need to violate every inch of her after all. I smile wickedly. Then I roll her over on top of me as I lay on my back, ready to finish up. With Lizzy.