Martine couldn't free herself.When I returned with the rope and cloth, Penny said, "You had company last night. There are two impressions and I can st...ill smell the sweetness in the linen." Yes, Penny," I explained. "I had a guest over, an old friend who needed me for stud work, believe it or not. Her mate is impotent. They decided on me for the task."We continued the conversation while dealing with Martine. Luckily sedated, the pain would have been hard to bear when I stripped off the duct tape. She seemed to be holding her breath. I walked around Dee, examining her closely from all sides, then paused in front of her and laid a hand gently on her shoulder. She jumped a little, but did not look up."Spread your legs a bit, please Dee." She complied immediately. I put my palm on the flat of her tummy and ran my hand slowly between her legs. She made a mewling noise."Is this permanent?" I asked Brenda.My wife replied in a small, uncertain voice. "Yes."I'd read about permanent hair removal. ” I replied as I pulled my shorts down to expose myself to my wife and Stacey watching. My cock wasn’t fully erect but it was still at a length that I was proud of and with my recent gym sessions paying off, I was confident in the way I looked to be naked in front of this watching almost stranger. “Come here baby” She said waving me over with her finger and I knew she was horny and I made sure I didn’t glance up to Stacey so as not to let my wife now that she was there. She sat up on her. His intentions were becoming more obvious as his fumbling became more erratic and determined, his urgency was showing as he sensed his goal was nearing and I was convinced he would mount her in front of everyone on the dance floor, unless he could be guided, to a more convenient place of privacy.She was a girl I have known since c***dhood, a little snobbish and haughty, and now, as the saying goes, her accent was slipping, through an overindulgence of alcohol, like her knickers were slipping.