"I just love my wife, you asshole!"

"I just love my wife, you asshole!", you reply and stare at him. "And you better stay away from her or I'll break your nose."

"Yeah, whatever man. We'll see about that when you watch me assfucking your wife in the stocks!", says Mark and still continues laughing. You want to punch him in the face right now, but somehow it does not seem appropriate. And he's not worth it, anyway. "Fuck off!", you growl, and the two of them are exchanging glances, then chuckling some more. Finally, they leave. Mark pretends to stumble and spills some of his wine on your suit, which prompts more chuckles from the other one. "Wait for me!", cries Simon and follows the two. Despite being made fun of, he seems more frightened alone than with his co-workers.

"Yeah, let's go and find Heather", Mark says. "I want to pinch those nice big tits of hers and make her beg me for my cock." Simon wails again, and the three are off to the door.

You shake your head, wondering what just happened. There are certainly some strange people here tonight. You also wonder if what they talked about is true. Or did they just make it up to scare Simon? If Megan is really put into stocks, she won't forgive you for the rest of her life.{if Wife: dominatrix costume = true} But they wouldn't put a women dressed as a dominatrix into stocks, wouldn't they? That does not sound right.{endif} Shaking your head thoughtfully, you look around what else is there to do.