Finally Smoothy returned to her side, pulling her up to a sitting position with the leash, which also gleamed with drying cum.

"Before we finish up tonight's festivities, I thought you might like to know what's coming up next week," Smoothy told my wife, once again running his hands over her sore breasts. "First off, you owe us two more fucks, one from behind, and a blow-job, which you're very good at. Two, that is, unless you forget yourself and have to be punished some more tonight.

"Which brings us to what you need to do to get your hands on the negatives for all these pictures. I just talked to my bro's," he said, nodding to Shy Guy and Punk, "and they agreed to give you a choice. See, what we originally planned on doing was fucking you every which way, but not here in the studio. I was gonna take you out in the cafeteria. Poetic justice, right? Then I thought maybe a while in the ladies room, or maybe the elevators. He wanted to have at you in the reception room, on the conference table, and out in the parking lot in his car. And Meat over there...that's what we're gonna call him from now on...well he planned on doin' you out on the picnic table, and then right in the parking lot, under the street lights. We know we wouldn't be able to film all of it, but that'd just free us all up to, you know, join in. Plus, there'd be the added excitement of getting caught, by the cleaning people, or whatever."

Melissa blanched at that thought, as Smoothy continued his pitch, "But watching you get screwed by Meat, I had another thought. We have this friend, Terry, see, who's real interested in these classes we've been takin' with you. Terry wants to be a director in the worst way, and this would be a great chance to get started."

"But..." Melissa blurted, before Smoothy cut her off. "Now before you say 'no', Terry would have to follow all the rules we do. No talkin' about this to anybody. No showin' the tapes to nobody. And it'd just be for one night, next week. Then you'll never see Terry, or us, again. "

I could see the predicament Melissa was in as she thought this over. Getting fucked in the studio was one thing; but the chances of getting caught multiplied greatly once you stepped out into the office building. Then again, this 'Terry' person was an unknown quantity, and they had two extra fucks coming to them, which Terry could use. As Melissa mulled over her options, Smoothy led the boys into the control room for another private discussion. I could hear them perfectly well as I'd left the Producer's room door partially open after my last dash to de-gauss a tape, which Smoothy was now turning over in his hands.

"This is what, 12, 13 tapes?" he asked. Shy Guy nodded, "Yep, that's 13. We got plenty left."

"But we ain't got plenty of times left with that sweet pussy," Punk complained. "I could go at her every night for a month!"

"Who says we can't," Smoothy replied, a leer on his face. "We can trade her one night of fuckin' for every one of these tapes, and we still got that extra set of negatives stashed at your house!"

"That's breakin' the deal," Shy Guy warned.

"So? What's she gonna do? Call the cops? Tell her old man? Shit, we could have her pussy as long as we want, until she's all used up and we're sick of her. That's when we'll cut her loose. So, you all gonna go along?"

Shy Guy and Punk nodded their eager assent, as Smoothy warned, "Now we'll just play it straight until next week, OK?"

With that they trooped back into the studio, as I decided to set in motion the plan I'd been working on, just in case these 'boys' decided to back out of their deal. Back in the studio, Smoothy approached Melissa for her answer.

"So, my little honey pot, what did you decide?"

"Well, Master," she said carefully, "I've decided on letting Terry direct, but with one change. Instead of getting five fucks next week, you're back to only getting three."

Smoothy tugged on her leash, "You're not in a position to bargain."

"Well, then I'll just take my chances on getting caught outside the studio," she replied, tactfully adding "...Master."

He chuckled. "Okay, how about this. Terry joins us next week, and we get four shots at you. You gotta take your punishment like a man, you know."

After briefly considering this, Melissa agreed, thus adding a wild card to the plans I had for the next week. But I had no doubt I could keep these guys from having a hold over my wife, and my life.