? I looked from one masculine face to the other and back again. I felt awkward, confused, lost. What? What was he expecting of me? Oh. I took a step f...orward and kneeled before you. I have to confess I did wonder as to my husband's reaction, but at that moment, I wasn't going to ask; nor to even look his way. Obediently, I completed my kneeling pose and looked up at you, feigning patience as I waited to hear your next command."Your wife makes for a very good slut, Dave." I couldn't believe what. He almost drooled at the terrible thoughts he had in his mind. They were going to fuck the hell out of Lauren's little tight holes. When Lauren awoke everything felt fuzzy. She started to slowly realised that she had her arms tied above her to a metal headboard with some torn pieces of cloth. Her bloused was still on, unbuttoned, & her bra had been removed by being cut with a knife at the straps. She was still wearing her skirt, though her nylons were torn even more & her panties pulled too the. I felt a little conscious and crossed my arms. She sensed my nervousness and took my arms put them out to the side. 'Don't be shy.' She said. I started to relax. My hair was long, so she schooled it up, and push it over my shoulder so it hung over the front. As she did so her fingers brushed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The shop assistant looked at me in the mirror and smiled. She got her tape measure and put it around my back then around to the front, as she did so her hand lightly. When I weara skirt, I can go in my underwear any time. Withinseconds, I felt it coming. Around me were all thenormal sounds of a densely populated area, but I knew Iwas secure from view on my spot in the garden, and Ihoped nobody would come home during the next quarter ofan hour. The skirt was clearly noticeable against my legs; afterall, it is not one of my very light fabric makeshifts.It is warm and cozy and really feels like a garment. Iwas fully clothed, socks, shoes, sweater,.