.." Yes?" When I open that door, you better be all over me. You understand? It better look like you can't wait to get laid. Got it?"She didn't answer...."I said, got it?" he commanded."... Yes... I... I got it," she said tears running down her cheeks."And when we get inside, you better fuck me like you've never fucked me before... and you had better look like you're enjoying every minute of it. And I don't just want her to see, I want her to hear you, begging for it. You understand?"Again she. He didn't always; it was that woman in the hospital that named him. Sitting in a group session one day she mentioned that she noticed he spent a lot of time watching people and would he want to talk about it; actually he didn't. Perhaps she should have been a better watcher; then she might not have ended up stuffed in several shelves in a closet on the night he left. Looking back on it he thought he could have done better, but then he had learned a lot since then.Now that he thought about it,. His fingers gently caressing up and down the sides of my body. Making my breathing escalate and my legs tremble, as my juices trickled down my legs and a low moan escaped my lips.Paul was rummaging in his bag; ‘Here we are,’ bringing some silk rope out as he looked round for somewhere to fasten it. ‘Now what are we going to do with you, you naughty girl? We saw you in the back of the car trying to get yourself off. What did we both tell you? You are ours now and it’s Dave and me who will bring. I can never get her interested in sexy clothes or sex for that matter she's just not interested and hasn't been for a while, or so I thought. I put the photo's onto Slide show, in the photo's it looks as if she just got in, she stripped to revel her lovely tits, then the short skirt came off to show she had been out with no knickers on. She then goes on to spread her legs showing her wet pussy before putting her legs over the arms of the arm chair showing a sight I had never seen, my wife.