To use her constantly in any way he chose and very often as she actually needed the use. Tyler frowned, Gordon told him to give her the key, she would...understand and explain.Cyn was waiting, ready for Tyler's arrival. Showered, trimmed, prim and proper in a black shift dress with a floral print on the neck that that swirled to end at her waist. A Satin white thong with light tan, lace topped, thigh top stockings beneath it. Her cock remained locked inside the cock cage which was installed the. I immediately pictured this muscular dark-skinned man fucking my wife’s brains out.I turned to my wife and said, “Let’s make it happen.”The waiter came back to take our orders but really spent most of his energy getting a better look down my wife's blouse. Her triple D breasts were spewing from the top of her low-cut top. It would be hard for any man to ignore. ­I assisted my wife­­­­­­­ in ordering her steak as I typically do. She never remembered how she liked her steak cooked or even the. “Anything I can help you with?”“Help with? You’re the bloody cause!” Frank was starting to feel light-headed.“Hmmm, well if I’m the cause, maybe I should be the cure.”The situation was way too surreal. Even for Frank. He looked around again. “I don’t mean to be rude, but is this, like, a wind up? You know, Jeremy Beadle, hidden camera stuff?”“At this time of night?” She looked at him as though he was stupid. Not a bad assumption.“Well...”“Besides, he’s dead.” She pointed out.“I know that! I was. "Heather froze. Her roommate had watched her masturbating with the black dildo. What would she think? Did she know about the magazines? Did she know about the interracial porn? The fantasies? "Why didn't you knock or interrupt me or something so I didn't embarrass myself?" Because I was enjoying the show too much," Brianna grinned, sliding her hand along Heather's thigh seductively."Bri', stop it." I can't help it. I think the d**g they gave me last night has me all worked up." Brianna slinked.