dirty fat whore before and after first gangbang

She was nervous... but less nervous than either of us expected. In the run-up to the Friday night event, we checked and double-checked on what the plans were and how we were both feeling. Both of us were confident; the pre-arranged idea was that we would go and feel how the atmosphere of the night was and, if feeling as friendly and safe as the BDSM nights, she would strip down to her slutty underwear, pop on a negligee and walk around the bar with me... on my leash. And, if that felt OK, we would go into the dungeon room to warm her up with a little light whipping. Here is my slut wife in our hotel room getting dressed. (As the club policy is strictly No Photography, there are no pictures of the event... but see below for some of the aftermath, below.)