My knees buckled slightly, as I have athing about being tongued in my ears. I wondered if she wormed thatsecret out of John.About that time, we heard ... crash. Looking we saw that Vicky haddropped a glass, and was holding his tray to his breasts, white as aghost and staring at the man that had just arrived at the party."Vicky, are you ok?" he asked. "Let me help you with that."I was wondering who else knew Vicky, when, apparently recovering fromhis shock, Vicky replied, "No thank you Dave.. I had to think quickly about what to do next so I told my wife that Greg wanted to tie her to the bed and she pulled a face at the idea but said "if it's what Greg wants I suppose it will be OK" and with that pulled away from Greg (who she though was me) and turned over onto her front and stretched out her hands and legs. I quickly opened the wardrobe door and found two bathrobe ties and then got two of the room's curtain ties and all the time Michelle was asking me (or Greg in her mind) to. She took a few minutes and was back beside me, although I didn’t see her phone in her hand. I turned towards her, looked into her eyes and told her she looked really lovely. She smiled naughtily, held my hand and said, ” I have a surprise for you.” I asked her what it was, she just said, “Close your eyes, let my hand guide yours.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.She started moving my hand over her thighs on top of her clothes, then she moved it towards her navel and gently near her. “Something Trevor can’t do for you, isn’t it?” The answer was yes to both. Gradually she allowed herself to press right down on me so that our breasts moved against each other as she changed her weight from side to side. Soon I became aware of pressure lower down, groin against groin. I was tingling, willing her to show me where this was leading. I didn’t have to wait too long. “Try this,” she said, lifting off me for a moment. “When I get there, open your legs for me.” Her tongue started.