Those suggestions that I have not included in this story are stored away in my mind and I’m sure I will find a suitable context in which to use them.... It tells the tale of a submissive wife who is being forced to expose her body to a gathering of both friends and strangers. As her humiliation and exposure progresses I now intend to continue the story from the perspective of the wife. Her name is Brianna and her humiliation continues here: —————– I stood before our guests, almost naked to the. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe’s fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man. ’ Heather was sorry she had asked. ‘I am sorry, sir. I did not know. Forgive me for asking.’ He smiled again. ‘I think you know why I asked you to dance, Heather.’ ‘No, I’m sure I don’t, your Grace. Perhaps you could elaborate.’ ‘Darling Heather, I have heard of your escapades with the male sex.’ Heather paled. ‘Whatever you have heard is a lie, sir.’ ‘You seem pale, Heather,’ Cameron said, a smile tugging at his mouth. ‘Come now, tell me the truth.’ ‘I am,’ Heather said stubbornly. ‘Or I will. ’ This drew a tired a smile from his friend. ‘I can see it, that Kate has a mighty fine temper, but a cool head. I’m sure whatever she’s doing, she’s being careful.’ Rafe thought for a moment of his child in Kate’s arms. A beautiful little girl, perhaps, who looked just like her mother. Or perhaps a strong boy, again like his mother. Kate was the one with looks between them. He smiled. ‘I hope so.’ An hour later and both men were at their wits’ end. No messages from Izzy or Kate, and none of.