When I walked in the office I saw Thomas and Dave sitting at my desk and watching a video on my computer. My heart sank as I realized that they were l...ikely looking at the video of Thomas fucking my wife, even me cleaning her with my mouth, and listening to all our conversation afterwards.I tried to act like nothing was wrong and went up to my desk and asked, “So why are you guys at my desk?”Thomas and Dave were both stroking their bare cocks and Thomas said, “Damn, Danny, I knew that day when I. Maybe it was one of her friends, making a prank call. ‘Répondez s’il-vous-plaît.’ It sounded familiar too. She pressed the call button on the elevator, feeling a slight tingle as the air conditioner blew a faint breeze onto her bare nipples. When the elevator arrived, she got in and pressed the button for the parking garage. ‘Répondez s’il-vous-plaît.’ Right, right. That was what the acronym RSVP stood for. Répondez s’il-vous-plaît. Please respond. That still didn’t make a whole lot of sense.. Naturally, with all his strength and youth the thought of losing all his virile manhood was quite unendurable. Far worse than death!Instantly, however, he was seized by Ryar's assistants and flung to the deck; then he was dragged forward and his wrists were fastened to ringbolts set in the front of the dais. More assistants, with whips similar to that carried by Ryar, moved in and stood on each side of the grovelling, sprawling victim. As was customary, since it was a male who was to be. My wife stayed in the flat. It was quite a mild autumn.December fourth, a van hired to move our bits of furniture and boxes of stuff from our flat. There was still no plaster on the walls downstairs, only four electricity points, all in the living room. Cold water taps, in the kitchen and garage. Chemical toilet, washing machine and tumble dryer, thankfully. No stairs yet – upstairs reached via a ladder.The temperature plummeted and it snowed. Six inches of snow may not sound much, but two.