Please! “I’m Cindy: you two seem like you could like you could use some company.” A distinguished man sat to the left my husband, placing a hand... on a shoulder to introduce himself with a crisp handshake. I didn’t catch the name, but the word “Commissioner” immediately came to mind. That word echoed through the chamber as their peers filled the empty places at the table.Removing a red bolero, Cindy wrapped it over my shoulder, saying: “this will make you more comfortable.” The raiment covered my. I guess it was nice to finally see her get hers. It was an odd feeling to want to see your friend in that light, but she was always the center of attention, so it was kinda cool to see her brought down a little. Lately, the open relationship that DJ and I have had has gotten to be a little too free. I was spending more and more time with my girlfriends, several of which shared my and Laurie's fascination with sapphic sex. DJ was enjoying his personal freedom also, fucking anyone he pleased,. Mostly they don't have a clue as they look toplease themselves with little idea of what their women want. (I am surethat it is the same in bed; men need to become women to understand whatpleases them!) He inevitably headed towards the black nightdresses andundies, so I started the questions to make sure that he bought somethingthat would please his wife. I finally persuaded him that a pretty paleblue nightdress and matching peignoir would be more appropriate. (I havefound that if a man can be. She winced as she felt it tighten and constrict heruntil her elbow touched. Next her wrists were wrapped and she truly had beencaptured. Janet released her, stepped back and said, ?Now let?s seewhat we have.? She unbuttoned Patty?s shorts and dropped them to her ankles.Next she tore her top and bra off leaving her voluptuous melons dangling beforeher eyes. She dropped her panties and ordered Patty to step out of her shoes,pants and panties. Patty did so with difficulty as Vivian still had her.