Her choice, not mine." How could you? How could you do that to me?" Lady, I didn't even see you. Anything I did, I did to Hilary. With her full consen...t. And in case you didn't know, it seems to have worked." Yes, I know. Perhaps some good has come of it, but I've still been betrayed." Why? You knew Hilary was fucking men. She had to. No choice in the matter. So she did it once with me, and now she doesn't have to, ever again. Where's the betrayal there?" You're trying to confuse me!" No,. A blast of cold air from outside washed against Mark’s side and he turned his head to see three women stroll into the bar. Three very attractive women. One was dark-haired with a wide smile and she looked familiar. He squinted his eyes as he tried to place her. ‘Lena?’ he said as she walked closer, her two companions close by her side. She paused and turned to meet his gaze with a curious look. Then her face split into another grin and she walked over to him. ‘Hey, Mark! What are you doing. It seems to me that the desire is there, and then out of shame, it is transformed into a generous deed for the wife.Anyway, I told her that most men probably would not care at all what another female participant would look like at the prospect of a treesome, and I wondered if women felt that strongly about the size of the other guys dick.Then, I asked if she would feel weird at all at seeing her husband have sex with me."Absolutely not", is what she replied. In fact, she thought it might be a. Wrapping his arms around her. His hands began touching her belly.He moved his hands upward. Panic set in again in Louisa's mind. Trying to struggle, her immobile hands would not move. Her feet were tied. All she could do is send out a muffled cry and shake her head.Then they were grasping her. Mort's hands. Pressing against her breasts. Rubbing them up and down. Squeezing them. Molesting them. "No ... No!" was her muffled cry.Mort laughed.Then she froze. Louisa stopped shaking her head. Stopped.