She had remained hopeful. Now, she was glad that she had. Today’s choice was a burnished gold, almost flesh toned, tease of a bra. Her dark nipples ...were barely hidden. She ran her hands up her torso and cupped the under swell of her own breasts. She spread her fingers wide across herself, squeezed them and pulled the lace down, exposing her nipples. Thomas’ hand slid up and down the length of his cock slowly as he watched, hunger in his eyes. When she was finish, Thomas let out a low throaty. How can that happen?Married in a year. I could get my head around that — even marrying both of them, I guess. But Friday? Crap, that scares me more than when that scaffolding almost fell with me. I thought that I was in charge of my destiny, in control of our situation, that I would decide, but after last night, I'm wondering if that is even faintly true. All this seems like that proverbial snowball rolling down a mountain, getting bigger and bigger and going faster and faster all the time.. As well, flagrant faking earns a ferocious flogging of the buttocks, thighs, breasts and pussy on the Gym Nasty Rings ( see below. ) Only sexual masochists would tempt that fate.Lastly, artistic merit is very subjective and is judged with an eye towards beauty and grace. A girl's leg formation must resemble a tightly pulled bow. Her arrow must be straight and entry must be smooth; it must generate visible signs of arousal (vaginal fluid flow) and an erotic aroma of pussy scent. Genuine melodic. I had most of my senses taken away, I couldn’t touch her or see her, she had left the room saying she would be but a minute. It felt a lot longer than a minute, more like 10 minutes So here I was naked on the bed locked in a cage, straining for release as it pushed against the metal cage and tied spread eagled with the vibrator on full blast and changing the vibrations constantly, my mind was in overload.Wife had secretly planned this down to the minute, unbeknown to her husband (me), she had.