Inside there was still a small part of me that wanted her to test positive for something so that I could get out of the situation as I still felt a bi... uncomfortable. I spent a long time finding my wife, I was scared to death that something like this would cause our relationship to fall apart. Nobody could blame me as my wife had tried being a lesbian before she met me and with Stacy in a terrible relationship and likely wanting to leave her husband I couldn't help but wonder if I was setting. “Show a bit of backbone you old jerk,” she barked standing erect like a high-heeled statue.Then there were swearing and a tussle as the two van driver dragged her sun bathing mother kicking and screaming into the room. She was thrown unceremoniously on the floor as one man stood at the door weapon in hand the other headed back to the truck.“Do you know who your robbing?” Emily shouted. “He’s a fucking judge you fucking worms; you’re in so much trouble.”“Oh God be quiet you silly bitch,” her. “Mark your menu,” he said, “and the chefs will prepare your omelet and whatever. Meanwhile we can watch the discipline demonstration.” He then turned his attention back to the stage.On stage, four naked females were standing in a line. A Mistress in a full leather Dom outfit was walking back and forth in front of them slapping the handle of a short, black crop against her hand. She was dressed in a soft, black leather teddy that molded tightly to her body. Her legs were sheathed in matching. " There was no stopping Sue now, and the next afternoon she went off with Juan to meet his brother at the club, while I lay on the beach sunbathing. It was a couple of hours before she returned, looking somewhat aroused and flustered, telling me that that she had the winnings in the bag. "It's all right getting your kit off in front of a couple of guys," I remarked, "but tomorrow night there will be about five hundred people in the club." The next night Juan and I sat at the back of the club.