I looked across at Megan and she was yawning too.“You look as tired as I feel. I think I might go to bed so we can get a good start in the morning.�...��I nodded in agreement and watched as Megan stood up. She yawned widely and stretched her arms above her head. The process of stretching her arms above her head raised the hem of her shirt, my breath caught in my throat as it crept slowly upwards revealing a tantalising glimpse of her pubic hair. As though realising what she had just done, Megan. Could I cope? Could I be like her husband, Ken?I was still struggling to find an answer to this profound question when Sue’s squealing cries of passion broke into my world. I’d been so wrapped up in the questions Jenny had been asking that I’d not noticed the lovers on the bed. Not noticed that not only was James now balls deep in Sue, he’d fucked her to the edge of a first orgasm.The question that Jenny had posed was something for the future as all of my attention was dragged back to the here. At first I thought he recognized me and my heart almost stopped, but then he said. "Nice outfit, what's your name?"I moved a little away from him but he gripped the nylon material and I thought it was going to rip, so I let him pull me closer to him as he kept his hand on my ass."Ummmmm, Jenny," I said with as high pitched voice as I could muster and pulling a name out of thin air.I thought about punching him and running, but images of police and handcuffs and laughing policemen discovering who. .. That things are different because you’re a prisoner,” Diana injected, “and Jeff is going to jump down your throat if your eyes happen to focus on our boobs a second or two too long? Is that what you meant?” she groused. Not giving him time to answer, she went on. “Well, he just did that to Jasmine, and neither I nor any of his other wives that are here thought anything about it other than to tease him for blushing. This is your home. None of us think about it as a prison, or you as a.