I contemplated this. Would I enjoy it? Perhaps; I wasn’t sure.
“We tie her up, very tight, her hands behind her back, her legs too, in a hog-tie and then we turn her so that she is facing the wall and then we f**k, noisily, but she cannot see. The other day we went to the shopping mall and went in a changing booth and I made her kneel and then I m*********d her husband onto her face. And then we walked out, her with her face still covered with his c*m, and we paraded her through the mall. Some people turned to look at her, not believing what they were seeing. It was very funny.”
“Poor girl,” I said instinctively. For a moment I thought of telling her I had done something similar, with the boys on the beach. But I decided against it. “Are you sure she really likes it?”
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