“It’s not that I want to see you in more clothes…..!” He paused as he regained his composure and tried to act both professional and with some... authority. “It’s actually less clothes that I was thinking of!” He stood now in front of the doorway to the room blocking any exit and smiled sweetly at his teenage pupil.Robyn smiled. “Oh, I see. Like in the magazines?” She giggled back at him and reaching up she flicked open a couple of buttons of her blouse and leaned forward, her pale naked. It’s too late to stop now, not that I would, even if I could. “Fuck me.” This time more forceful, the words almost cut off as two thick fingers push inside of me, curling up into my cunt, thumb pressing against my swollen clit and rubbing it until I can’t breathe. “Yes,” I hiss, feeling fumbling behind me and then, one arm around my waist from behind. I can imagine what’s going on, even if I can’t see. He’s unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, his erection - his cock – springing. Here are the instructions.’ For the next 5 minutes, Nick was trying like hell to concentrate on what the ringleader had said, but he had to re-run the DVD to make sure he’d got it right. He had been forced to watch his stunning wife degraded once again as she struggled in the most helpless situation imaginable to free herself without success.-------------------------------Eighteen hours later, Nick was at the rendezvous. He had managed to obtain the money and it was now just a case of waiting. The only way to know for sure would be to see how Lucille reacted to my presence. I knew I'd be disappointed if she didn't come on to me, but I decided that if she didn't, I would go ahead and put a move on her. I rationalized that since she was single (divorced, actually, unlike Anita who had never married) maybe she'd also be horny and looking for release.I got to Lucille's and was briefly disappointed that she was all business as we unloaded the carpet and carried it to her basement. She was.