“Then it’s settled,” Yolanda moved quickly and snatched the phone from him. “Thanks a lot for all the help, Aron. You’re a sweetheart. Yes, ...of course, I will take care of your husband. Smooches!”“So, what do I have to do now? And what about those guys with their organic line?” He felt a little guilty right now.Yolanda waved.“We have bigger fish to fry. And don’t worry. We’ll just arrange an interview with some amazing pictures, and publish it in the biggest fashion magazines, for the organic. Je me retourne pour regarder la salle. Je suis le seul « célibataire » du bar, ça risque de rendre mon idée de plan compliqué. Ce serait probablement le cas dans un bar de rencontre hétéro mais j’apprends rapidement que les règles différent chez les gays lorsque le barman revient se planter devant moi :- On t’invite là-bas si ça te branche.Je regarde « la bas ». Un type chauve et un barbu me font un signe de tête. - Ce sont des gars que vous connaissez ?- Oui ce sont des habitués. Ils sont en. I did as requested and was surprised when the door opened and in came two women, I could see from my position that both of them were wearing housecoats and heels. I guessed that it was Jules and Beth, but Jules was not wearing the sandals she arrived in. I looked up and saw Beth who winked at me, and mouthed that this was her plan to get Jules involved.I could see that the girls were dressed identically in housecoats and heels with much cleavage on display by both, my cock was ready to explode. "You get your hands out of there right now!" With tears in my eyes, I pulled my hands up to the small of my back.For a long moment nothing happened. Then she spanked me again with three more hard slaps.I was blubbering like a baby when she pushed me off of her lap and I landed on the rug at her feet.She only let me lay there crying for a few seconds. "Get up," she said. "Get up NOW!"It wasn't easy with my hands still tied and with the pain in my rear. I must have looked very clumsy. But I got.