The evening is late and the bar is emptying. She is talking to one of your friends when he tells you they have a fantasy where she is gang ****d in fr...nt of him. I talk further, my interest sparked and I tell him not to wish for something brutal. Tell him that her gangbang will be too much for him to handle. I tell him to take her home before he gets in way above his head. He laughs and tells me he didn’t think I would be such a pussy. I beat him and cuffed him to the chair before getting up. I kissed her as I did this.“You are my bitch tonight, your husband has loaned you to me…”She begged me: “Please, Victor, let’s stop here”I told her: “This is just the beginning.”Every man at the bar was staring at her open thighs. I waved the nearest man over to the table as I shoved a finger in her pussy; it was wet. I then knew that, although Sondra resisted showing herself to other men, she was becoming aroused…When the stranger arrived, he introduced himself as Peter.I asked him to sit down. Ican't blame them either, one would be a fool to walk into a nightmarelike that just to join me in the weeds.I was falling behind and since most of the guys in the bar had beendrinking while bowling and even more while waiting at their table theywere the first ones I could hear complaining, an audible barometer aboutthe food being slow. And up front? A few folks were already cominginto the place and turning around because every chair and booth wasalready full, while many were still waiting. Their lips found each other naturally, the taste of clean water and heating passion a mesmerising swirl between them. Her hands discovered him as if she had to make sure each inch, each stretch of skin was unharmed, untouched by violence. He let her, so counter his normal nature, he remained completely passive under her hands, even though there was no doubt he was a willing participant. She loved the taste of water on his skin, the way the taut muscles spanning his chest twitched under her.