” “Nothing you can say or do would ever hurt me. You’re not capable of that. I can see it in your eyes.” I looked into his eyes and he looked ...back into mine earnestly. I spun from him and looked away at the opposite side of the auditorium. I was breathing hard, the intensity of our acting was getting to me. “You don’t understand,” I said, tears suddenly apparent in my voice. I wasn’t sad or extremely happy, so why was I crying? I surprised myself with the level of emotion that was surging. Taylor and I got ready for the “workout” session. Taylor spent a bit more time in the bathroom for a potential deep dive, if you catch my drift. Not soon after: A knock on the front door. Through the glass I could see that it had to be two people standing on the other side. Oh man, here we go. Sure enough it was Jay and his little brother Adam. Both in tank tops that seemed to be at least a size smaller, hugging their athletic bodies tight. Big defined chest muscles, big shoulders. You could. Like a huge purple mushroom, it was, and as soon as I saw it, all my ideas about why we were here changed. I just HAD to see this thing going up inside my husband's bottom!I said, "Make sure you leave lots of saliva on his cock, Sissy Hubby, because I've changed my mind. I want him to fuck you in your cute little lacy ass, while you suck on the next dick that's waiting outside!"His dick was hard, and I knew that he wanted to come, but I also knew he'd do anything I told him to before I let him.. The subdued lighting was making it difficult to see clearly what was now taking place. You will recall at the start I told you that whatever else we are at the Vingt-Deux we are certainly discreet. This was one of those moments that demanded discretion. I busied myself at the bar, dusting and re-arranging the bottles and glasses, cleaning the shelves and the mirrored back to the bar. If I found myself watching their reflections in the mirror you will understand it was only to check.