He leads you down the hall and pushes you into the chair. Then he leans you forward, places something between the cuffs. He steps away. You try to fol...low, but you can’t. The handcuffs are tied to something that keeps you in the seat. He’s doing something, but you can’t tell. A minute passes, then another. It’s quiet, too quiet. You tilt your head as if that’s going to help you listen better and your cheek encounters something warm and soft. You spin your face but it’s gone. You think you can. She wore a close fitting body suit of dove grey topped with a full overhead mask which trapped Her glorious hair. His hair was blonde brown but darkened a shade or two by the Macassar oil he used on it and he wore rough hard wearing grey corduroy trousers - patched at the right knee - a cream linen shirt the arms of which he had rolled up passed the elbow to expose pale modestly muscled forearms and a tight black waistcoat. Confident that the subject was secured he had moved away to a side. Fir mene light off kar di fir vo bhabhi be sone ki taiyari karne lagi or vo apni seat pe late gai. Fir me mere lap top me blue film dekhne laga me vo film dekhne me mast ho gaya muje laga vo bahbhi be so gai hogi per vo muje notice kar rahi thi or use pata chal gaya k me blue film dekh raha hu.Mera penice ekdum tight ho gaya tha vo bahar se saf dikh raha tha. Vo bahbhi ne be dekh liya tha. Fir vo bahbhi apni seat se uthi or muje halki si smile de kar bathroom ki or gai mene socha smile kyu di. It started with Ray fucking Valerie twice a week and now he fucked her as much if not more than me. Ray loved to take photos of Valerie naked to share with his friends. Initially the fact men I didn't know, were seeing my beautiful English Rose nude, worried me, but Valerie convinced me to go along with it. Her argument was that I wanted other men to FUCK her so why worry if they had photos of her too. I agreed other men were in her future.In the last month Ray started taking my wife away for.