All sorts of nerve-ends that I didn’t know I even had were being deliciously stimulated, as I felt stretched and filled in a new and unbelievably wo...nderful way. Then, adding another layer to this, Diana reached up from under me to grasp and manipulate my breasts. The sensations from all of my most erogenous zones washed together, the different parts of my body no longer seeming very connected, each floating in its own ocean of feeling.I was gasping and moaning with pleasure, my pelvis humping. She wore a huge flowing dress with a built in pushup that made her breasts look enormous.She headed into the side room to probably practice singing where she wouldn't annoy people. The little studio room would be soundproof which gave me an idea. I exited the closet and entered the sound room. She looked at me and asked something in French. Silently I closed the soundproof door and locked it. She suddenly looked very nervous. I couldn't understand what she was saying but she was scared.I. Really she was still Karl's and all 'giving' her to Frank meant was that Frank was now allowed to fuck the latest cast-off as well as using her mouth and tits.Moving quickly, Karl had handcuffed both Helen's wrists to the head of the bed before she was awake enough to realise what was happening. Seeing Karl had finally come to join her, she lay quietly and let him fasten her ankles also. The only thing that worried her was that she was lying on her back, was Karl going to whip her belly and. Why am I disappointed? I asked myself. The next three days passed and my wife had not been back to the tanning salon. ‘You’re running out of time before our trip.’ I told her on the phone during our usual call. ‘I didn’t bring my bathing suit today. Maybe tomorrow.’ She said. Maybe the guy creeped her out? Maybe she was scared. What ever the reason, she seems to be scared off. The next day when I called her, I again brought up the subject after a few minutes. ‘Aaron (one of my friends) and I.