"What the hell are you doing in my house, with my wife?" he demanded, stalking toward me, muzzle aimed at my middle.Behind me, I heard Gretchen squeal, and glanced over my shoulder to see her being held by two of the British officers, both of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves in pawing her lush body, yanking open her night clothes, slobbering on her face and chest.I lunged at the man before me, but he was much quicker than I had guessed, side stepped and cracked me on the head with his gun barrel. I fell to my knees, and he kicked me in the ribs and then whacked me again behind the ear.When I awoke, with a raging headache and a very sore side, I was trussed up in one of those high-backed upholstered chairs, my hands tied low and behind me, and Gertrude sat tied in a similar chair, facing me with barely a yard between our knees, her chest forced forward by her tightly secured arms. Her head hung so that her hair cascaded into her lap, covering her outthrust breasts. She was nearly. It’ll calm him down.” Jim appeared from behind the curtain. He was barefooted, wearing a red leather mask, a red leather chest harness and a red leather thong. He greeted me with a hug. Before he could say anything , Mary smacked his bare ass with the riding crop. “I am sorry, Mistress M,” Jim quickly apologized and lowered his eyes to the floor. Mary huffed and rolled her eyes. She held out her hand and Jim obediently placed a condom full of his cum into it. She held it up and inspected the contents. “Good slave,” she sneered, “I suppose you want to greet, Gil.” “Yes, only if my Mistress M, will allow it.” They were in session. I quietly observed and waited. “Permission granted,” Mary replied after a few seconds. “Good to see you, Gil. Thanks so much for coming, buddy!” Jim blurted out. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Jim,” I replied and slapped his shoulder. Jim spread his arms and turned around, smirked and asked me, “What do you think of my new outfit?” I laughed out.
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