<strong>"Come on sunshine, get up,"</strong>Allan smirked, reaching underneath Sammy to give her a little encouraging slap between her thighs. His fingertips liked what they found and traced her dampening slit.<strong>"You're looking forward to this, aren't you!"</strong>With a slap on her pert ass he winked at the ladies, then dug in his dresser for a pair of boxers and some light slacks.<strong>"You stay naked, pet,"</strong>he ordered Sammy as he finally buttoned his Hawaii shirt.<br/><br/>About two hours later, Mr and Mrs Vercetti were ready to receive their guests. They'd tied Samantha spread eagled on the bed, one limb per bedpost, and applied three tight steel nipple clamps to strategic points on her body. A powerful fan at the foot of the bed aimed a cool, maddening breeze at her trapped nipples and clitoris. Zorba was tied up outside to keep him from taking advantage of the situation.<br/><br/>In the garden stood an Olympic size trampoline, between the marble statues of nymphs sucking off Greek gods. The Vercettis had prepared a table of suitable finger food to entertain their guests and humiliate their slaves with, a safe distance from the trampoline in case a bound slave clumsily bounced off it.<br/><br/><strong>"Karen, will you join me in slathering Sammy with baby oil?"</strong>Allan suggested around 12.50 pm, just after the ever punctual Cressbecklers had called to say they were on their way. He'd had a lot of fun with their tame Japanese fine arts student last time. Sam would get on well with her, or be severely punished. Allan's eyes strolled up and down his wife's body, admired and devoured her breasts in her new dress, and playfully pushed the bottle of Johnson's baby oil in her cleavage with a dirty little kiss.