I tied and left my wife in this position for my bully and his mates to use her however they please for a week.. I went downstairs to sleep in my guest bedroom while hearing my bully’s laughter as my wife squealed in ecstasy like a common whore..
...the ripening of grapes on the vine, the soft lull of bees, the scent of roses in bloom, a hard book in my hand, and the warm sun on my breasts... reading in the garden is a sensual feast.
