The whole night i was tied to the bed, and in such manner i couldnt move a muscle. In the morning mark came, untied me, picked me up took me to the to...let. Asked me to clean myself and take a shower. I took the dildo out, my asshole was wide open. I washed myself, spurted marks cum outside. I felt humiliated, used and broken. Mark was at the door asking me to hurry up. i came out in shame regretting my decisions. I was trying to dress upMark: you wont need to wear anythingHe grabbed me by my. She definitely seemed turned on, but she was probably thinking about someone else. I figured I would have been in line for a slap had I done anything.In the evening we ordered a Chinese takeaway, watched a naff film and drank a few beers. As bedtime approached I started making jokey comments about the uncomfortable floor, another restless night. We both knew what I was angling at. “Okay you can share the bed, but you’d better not hog the quilt!” she relented. This day was getting better and. But they weren't about to relent. Barry got out and opened the backdoor, grabbed my bare slender arm, and hauled me from the car. My wifestepped up to me and ran a brush through my hair, saying, "It doesn'twork unless you have these little spikey things standing up." A tearran down my smooth cheek as they hustled me to the scarlet door andbuzzed for admittance. The buzzer was answered by a hulking brute inblack leather. He looked down at me, how I was being easily controlledby my wife's. My methods are sometimes controversial, but I always get results." He preened."So how long has my wife been going to you for ... therapy?" I asked, biting back my own outburst that was straining and chomping at the bit to get out."Two months now." He confirmed. Sammie had said NOTHING about going to see a shrink. I looked at her, then."Sammie, if things were so bad, why didn't you just talk to me? I told you years ago when we were dating that if ANYTHING was wrong, you could come to me. Don't.