That’s when I noticed my wife laying on the exam table, covered in a paper sheet, like the one I had used for the exam. It looked like she was naked... under it.“Ok…. What’s up?” I asked. “We’re going to try a little experiment.” Nichole said. “Please remove all your clothes and sit here.” She said, moving a chair close to the bottom of the exam table. My dick began to respond in anticipation of what was coming. Looking around, I noticed a small table near the side of the exam table. On it was a. “Go get the hairbrush off my dresser Anne,” she said.I walked calmly out of the room and went up the stairs, into Mom's bedroom and picked up the hairbrush off the bed. I don't believe she brought it to brush her hair. It is too perfectly shaped for smacking backsides to be a good hairbrush. There is never any hair stuck in the bristles either. Of course Mom is a very neat person. She might pick the hair out every time she brushes her hair, but if that is true, why aren't all the brushes. "All I am going to say is that this is a surprise unlike any other you've ever had before and unlike any you are likely to ever have again."This had, of course, just piqued their curiosity that much more and the dinner had consisted of little more than their adolescent cajoling and whining. Phillipe was now convinced, more than ever, that his surprise would be most appropriate for these two.How odd to now hear their compliments as opposed to the snide, derogatory remarks the two had aimed his. I started to panic, and the door looked a long way off.I decided to make a break for it and jumped of the stage, darting between the tables laden with drinks. I had made it half way cross the room when someone stuck out a foot and tripped me, sending me careering across the cheap filthy carpet. Rough hands with painted nails grabbed me and hauled me to my feet, marching me back to the stage as the cheers turned to jeers.Boo's rang in my ears as I tried in vain to escape, but I was gripped too.