The faint scent of cinnamon and spice emits from the lit candles in the room. Pouring a glass of iced tea, I sit in the corner of the couch, stretchin...g out. Closing my eyes, taking it all in. The aroma, the warmth, the sounds, sighing lightly. At the sound on the bedroom door, my eyes snap open, waiting. As she enters, I gaze at her loveliness. So happy I guessed the right size. My baby now standing in an elegant pale pink set of silk pajamas. Wanting to know if she likes and if they are warm. The panic made the nauseaworse and I realised I had to act fast.I scrabbled at the ballgag's straps, my long nails scratching lines intomy face. It was no use, the padlock held it fast, my fingers had stupidnails on them and my fingers were becoming coated with cum from my hair.I had to get this thing off!I whirled around in sheer desperation, looking for a solution, feelingthe bile rise in my throat. My toolkit! I tried to dash for it andpromptly tripped on my stupid stiletto heels, falling. The price tag was outrageous for what you were getting. As I looked around I figured out that the less material it was made out of the more expensive the bikini was.They each picked out three bikinis to try on. They packed themselves into one big changing room and then they didn’t come out. Finally my wife opened the door and invited me in. It seems that they were not quite ready to put that much skin on display. So as a last resort and the one paying for them, I got invited in.I looked at my. Concertina looked over her shoulder. She glanced seductively at John and then she shot a glance towards the staircase. Concertina scratched the edge of her lip with her index finger and then she winked at Sophie. Concertina rang the bell rather prissily. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the roundtable.’ ‘What’s the roundtable?’ Sophie asked, excited by the promise of something new and unexpected. ‘It’s like truth or dare,’ huffed Michele. ‘It’s better than truth or dare,’ cackled Val..