" … We will share dessert." The tone of his voice thrilled her andshe knew he would have an unusual way of serving the next course. She finishedthe... delicious soup and ate a slice of the crusty Italian bread, all of itfed to her by her lover. He tenderly wiped her chin, untied her wrists andremoved her blindfold."Now it is your turn to feed me." He said slipping the black band over his owneyes.She blinked and rubbed her eyes, flexing her freed wrists. "As you feed me, Sophie, My hands. “Hmm, sounds like it’s confession time for me too, huh?”, Jim softly suggested. “I guess I have the same problem as you. My warmest fantasy is . . . my daughter. Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, a father isn’t supposed to lust after his own offspring, but dammit, you’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, Anita. A man would have to have ice water in his veins to not notice that! I guess the only saving grace is that it is, after everything else, just a fantasy . . .. " When the minute was up, I didn't want to let go, it felt so good, and I could see the look of surprise on Amy's face, but I finally released Dawn's tit. To everyone's pleasure Dawn left her tit hanging out, for all to see, as the game continued.There were numerous other touchings, squeezings, but I was mostly interested in what was going to happen with my wife, Amy.Once again, Tom got the bottle and it pointed to Amy. He pulled a card and read it aloud, "Place your hands on her ankles and. The four of us guys had been friends since 1st grade. We called ourselves "The Four Horsemen", due to the fact that we had all been huge pro wrestling fans when we were kids, and they were always the coolest group around. Melanie and Dawn were used to our act, but Karen seemed a bit quiet, however still amused at our antics.We made a loop of the carnival planning our attack. Figured we'd hit some of the more popular rides first, getting them out of the way, then hit the midway for some games.