My hips were lurching erratically as I masturbated now. Her eyes on me, her stream of dirty mutterings, the feel of her panties, were all driving me ...toward the edge. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to hold out, and part of me didn’t care, just wanted to explode, while another part just wanted this amazing feeling to continue as long as possible. “Are you going to cum soon, baby? Are you going to make a hot, wet, sticky mess in my pretty, lacy panties? It’s ok; I want you to.. Was she even now sleeping alone, wondering where her husband was while his dick was lodged in my wife’s ass crack?Did they have kids?What was the problem with their marriage that he had to be here interfering with mine. And what was the problem with my marriage that he was able to.I thought back to when I had met Cheryl. We neither of us were children. I had been 32 and she was 18 months older. I had been married before, but although Cheryl had had a long-term relationship, they had never tied. Can you send me that later?" He asks, his lips near my ear, and my heart skips as I feel his hot breath. I nod, and continue flicking through the pictures. He puts his arm around me and moves closer."Did you enjoy the show?" Thomas asks, having to raise his voice a little over the sound of the party."Yeah! I love watching you guys play....you're amazing," I reply, turning off my camera and looking at him. He grins, and then glances around."It's really hard to have a conversation here, do you. Even if there had been some left, he was in no position to reach thebowl. The water flask was nowhere to be seen, and thirst was suddenlyadded to his growing list of physical discomforts.He stretched as best he could, given his constraints, feeling stiffnessand incipient muscle cramp. He jerked reflexively at the cuffs, but thelaws of physics, metallurgy and Gor still held sway, and his delicatewrists maintained their prescribed limited separation. No miraclesthere, he thought. The only miracle.