Gerald guessed that because of the context, especially the very late hour, Sarah wouldn't be texting him unless she had something rather interesting t... communicate. He gulped, his pulse starting to race, as his wife confirmed his hunch.PlayingSPINTHEBOTTLE! Gerald's mind raced. He had difficulty imagining several – or almost any – of Sarah's colleagues playing 'spin the bottle' - a variant of 'truth or dare'' - even under the wildest circumstances...'Not replying' was not an option, but his. So, Abby stopped posing and she stood on the lower edge of the bed, hugging Jeff and kissing his teenage muscular chest while feeling both of his hands rubbing her panty-clad butt cheeks.After that, he lifted Abby’s nightgown over her head and took it off, leaving Abby in just her white panties. Then, he placed Abby lying her back against the mattress while he lied on top of her with her legs clamping around his waist.They both started making out, kissing and kissing and kissing again. During. Now Chrissy can be a real bitch when she is not happy and she was not happy. What could I do? We had the room; we were in it already, we couldn’t just say, sorry, and leave. I guess we could have but I thought, let’s see what happens.Chrissy may not have been happy, but as you all should know by know, she is very submissive. Once she realized I wanted to go thru with it, she accepted the inevitable. I made some drinks, then some more, all the while slowly taking her clothes off as I kissed her. ... After thoroughly cleaning themselves, Lynn was truly surprised to see that in such a short time her wounds were nearly gone, and that there was no residual pain. It was as if no tortures had been administered. Master had laid out three shiny, wet look Zentai suits on the bed, one for each of them. The suits had only small grommets placed in front of the mouth for breathing, no eyes, nor nose openings at all. Slipping into hers, Lynn felt wonderful. It was a warm, friendly cocoon to rest in,.