“And the bra, too,” said Tom. They just want a look, I thought, just a look and then it’s all over. I unhooked the bra from the front and pulled... it off, covering my modesty with my hands. “Behind your back,” said Colin. “Wh..what?” I looked stunned. “Arms behind your back, love, let’s get a good look at your tits.” My arms were pulled behind me and I found out what the rope was for. My arms were tied securely to the back of the chair. My chest now on display, thrust forward for these two. I told her if she was lucky, you would take her for a slave. If she was very lucky you would take her for a wife. I said, "How could you promise those things to Buffalo Calf without speaking to me and our wives?" She was very unhappy now, and told me that she was foolish for saying those things, even though she knew I would never let her and her son die. She also said that my wives would never gainsay me in any decision. They loved me too much. I said, "You think you know me very well don't. Moreover, Gérard is nervously moving on his chair, which really irritates me at the highest point. Is Murielle aware of what is going on? I have not the time to discreetly ask her the question that my phone rings. I leave the room to take the communication. A colleague is asking me if I'm OK for tennis the next day. I accept of course.And there - even today, five months after that fateful day where it made me Cuckold, seven years after my wedding, I'm still asking myself what passed in my mind. I sucked, kissed, licked, and once even bit. I stopped when I felt her tense. She cooed "It's okay, okay, I was surprised. I hope you'll go at my pussy as har... ooh that does feel nice, Bill." I had both nipples stiff, the little bumps fun to tickle with my tongue. She was starting to make small moaning sounds deep in her throat, not loud but letting me know that she was enjoying it.She was used to men obsessed with her boobs, I suppose, and after a few minutes, the novelty wore off, and they.