Now my mind is churning with possibilites. i can not even imagine what i will see when i walk down the basement stairs to the play area. His house is ...so warm and cozy and no one would ever know what lies beneath the living room down there. The wooden steps that lead downstairs are loud when i walk down in my heels. Once you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs you can see the chains hanging from the walls, the clothes lines hanging over head (which are not used for hanging clothes), the. Which for mean me means condoms when it's not safe.”Mr. Jackson sighed to himself. He had been been scared for a bit, not having any condoms in his studio. Especially since he had fucked her five times in a few hours and had about 2 months with of swimmers saved up!He realized that Teresa had been talking about how she “would be graduating in May and was sure she could find work in the area....”“Area? What?” Mr. Jackson wondered.Upon arriving at the hotel they went quietly up the the room the. That night, as I went to bed, I was so angry with myself. Why would I show her my cock just like that. I became furious but still it turned me on and I masturbated till I came.Next day, we began chatting with each other again, I still felt that anger inside of me, but her surprise for me made the anger varnish. She took off her bra and showed me her perky boobs that I so much crave for. Oh my God I ran wild! I took off my shorts immediately and started wanking infront of her and we both came. It sounded perfect and coupled with the drink and lust I decided to go for it. The guys name was Peter and he was about 40ish, slim and not ugly. He handed me the small vial of liquid and said just mix it into her drink. After doing this I called my wife off the dancefloor and introduced her to Peter. I handed her her drink and watched apprehensively as she gulped it down. Thanks she said and went back on the dancefloor. I said to Peter that nothing seemed different and he told me to watch her..