There is a knock at the door and I answer it. You walk in the room say hello and then greet my wife with a long slow kiss on the lips. We met you in t...e hotel bar, a complete stranger and invited you back to our room, you know why we invited you to our room. You both sit down on the red sofa and drink your wine I sit on the chair opposite. You talk to my wife complimenting her looks and beautiful figure in the black dress she is wearing, you talk to each other almost as if I am not in the. As I slowly wanked my cock through the material, she slowly slid one hand up her thight to her pussy and started fingering herself through the sheer, silky material. It wasn't long before a wet patch appeared in them and she now started to tease her clit with her finger tip. I was getting pretty uncomfortable in the trouser department by now, so I unzipped them and gently eased my hard cock out. It sprang to attention once it was free and she let her gaze fall to it. She smiled once more and. "Your first task, object, is to clean the dishes kitchen. As usual, usage of the dishwasher is forbidden," she barked authoritatively. I had not yet earned the privilege of making my tasks easier, yet, so the dishwasher was entirely off-limits.I went to work as quickly as possible while Madame relaxed at the dinner table, presumably chatting with someone on her phone. The dishes were plentiful, and some of the pans were caked with the remainder of last night's meal and needed some soaking.. "Here you are miss, you had better hurry up and eat, you are in court in fifty minutes."Tony sat up slowly, his head was thumping and then he realised that he had a bandage on his arm. He could remember nothing clearly about the previous evening, except that he had drunk an awful lot of wine. He sat up carefully his head thumping and looked down at his clothes and it gradually dawned on him that he was still wearing a skirt and blouse and he still had his black fashion boots on, which were his.