How is that possible and how is the situation to be resolved."Yes he is," I said looking up at him fearfully, "But before I tell you the answer to the...second part of your question there is more."Once more Dave looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly."I think you had better tell me, because this situation gets more and more unbelievable." You know about Sophie and Bill's relationship, well at their house and now at ours, they have a special room which they call the dungeon. It has all. Her name was Jasmine, and she turned outto be as pretty as her name. I hadn't been able to figure out her level ofexperience with D/s because she was shy and reluctant to talk about such thingsonline (kind of cute really). After a couple weeks of emails and a couple ofphone conversations, we agreed to meet to have a drink and possibly dinnerat a local restaurant. When she first walked into the restaurant I was immediately impressed. Asdescribed in her online profile she was 5'6", medium length. “Well I know, I‘ve been watching you two together and you both have the hots for each other” I k**ded her as I tickled her ribs. She squealed in delight and said, “No, that’s not it at all, I’m your wife, I can’t be sexually attracted to another guy” She said in protest. “Yeah right, your lips say one thing, but your pussy says another, and your pussy doesn’t lie” I jibed her. She became red-faced and flipped off the night light. “Go to sleep” She snarled. I noticed she slept very restlessly. Now all she was wearing was a loincloth of some kind wrapped around her lower body and what looked suspiciously like a tank top. Although it was surely rude to stare, my eyes played over her alien body, my gaze meeting the same curves and taught muscle one might expect from an athlete, maybe a runner or a swimmer. I was startled, and slightly aroused, the odd geometry of her four-armed torso gave way to what looked like pert breasts under her covering, and her exposed midriff was lined with.