I actually loved when my wife did this. It was here way of showing her dominance at the table, and showing off her cuckold sissy. She lit a cigarette ...and offered me one, which she lit for me with her lighter. Then she told me to take my shoes off, and put my feet in her lap. I did as I was told. I felt her slid a pair of handcuffs onto my ankles, and heard the slight, slow clicking sound. In the quiet atmosphere of the steakhouse, each click sounded like a gunshot. I was sure everyone could. One of the most insidious aspects of these parties were the masksthat some of the black guys wore. My face was totally exposed, but therewere dozens of black men. It first hit me when I was riding the train afew days after the first party and a black man in a business suit wassitting across from me. We made eye contact in the casual way thatstrangers do and suddenly it hit me; did he recognize me? Did he know me?Had he fucked me at the party, or had I sucked his cock? Not knowing wasthe. "You're a trainer now?" "Just during the summers," I responded, still a little thrown off by her previous comment. "I'm actually starting med school in the fall." "Wow", Sonya exclaimed. "Look at you!"I smiled again, cursing myself for not coming up with something witty to say. "Well, Dr. Damon," she joked. "I'm going to have to sign up for a few training sessions with you. I'm so out of shape right now." I furrowed my brow in disbelief as I gazed at Sonya's flawless body. She had always had. Nancy and I deserve the best you can give," she giggled."I'll do my best for my ladies, now and always. I was a fool to run. I know that now," I replied."Had to happen this way, David. Back then, I doubt we could have shared. I was too needy and possessive and hated and feared men," Nancy said."Perhaps it was for the best then," I replied."Perhaps so," Gwen said. "Perhaps so."We spent the next few hours getting to know each other very well indeed and finally drifted off to sleep in the small.