”You know,” my wife started, looking straight at Sharmila, “it hardly seems fair for Manoj to be completely undressed, and for me to be nearly n...ude, and *you* to still be fully dressed.”Sharmila looked like she was caught between being uncomfortable, and being eager to join us. Apparently, the eagerness won out over the modesty, and she grinned and started to grab the hem of her T-shirt to pull it over her head.“No, no…,” my wife scolded, “let *me* do that!” She grabbed onto Sharmila’s hand,. "Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist." As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight of them pulling it down a little. "Ok, open your eyes," I was told. I looked at what she had hung on my hand. It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a denim, button front crinkle skirt. A lacy, thong bodysuit hung from the third hanger. It was white, too. My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time. "Ooooh," she cooed, "You want to take me doggie style, is that it?" You might say that," he said, again in a tough guy voice, "but there is more to it than that."With that, he slipped some ropes he had pre-tied over her wrists and tightened them and then did the same with her feet. She was now tied up spread eagle on the bed face down."Oh, you are a kinky fuck today, aren't you, bro? I like it! You want to tie me up and have your way with me, huh? Well, I bet I cum more times than you do."Kim. " Oh, Chris, are you cross too?" No. Just a bit puzzled." Why?" You said on Sunday that you loved me."Jenny looked up at him and bit her lip. Her eyes filled with tears. "I-I do." Jenny, which of us do you really love? And I mean that. Which one would you be prepared to spend your life with?" B-both of you." Yes, Jenny Wren, but you told Bea you would never send her away and she and I both have said that we're not prepared to be a threesome."He left it hanging.There was a long silence. Jenny.