As the driver for the escort agency, I had been told to park in the shopping centre car park and walk my slim attractive wife Elizabeth around to the big pub and ask for Sam. Fortunately it wasn't raining, and it was cool and after 9.00pm, but quite light. We had only a short walk, but it seemed a long way with Elizabeth teetering in high heels and the black satin of her evening gown pulling tight across her buttocks. I looked for visible pantie line because the black satin dress was pulling so tight as she moved. Her full under slip made sure none was visible, but it was so low cut, revealing her cleavage,which was set off niceley with a fake diamond necklace. Her matching earrings sparkled amongst her brown curls. Elbow length satin evening gloves covered her arms. The car park area was littered with rubbish left by market traders earlier that day, but there were few folk about. A group of chavs shouted after us asking me how much I had paid for my whore. Elizabeth blushed. I wanted to hold her hand, but then I would have revealed my connection and the big black man would not have liked that. She looked very small, I guessed her heart was racing as fast as mine Although she wore make up, I could tell she was blushing when so many rough men looked at her as we entered the pub. It was a massive place, done out with thatch work over the bar to make it look like a village sort of place. The estate it was on was named after an old farm, but further from the rural idyll you could not imagine. There were beer pots clinking, rough men talking and little evidence of women, except for some fat slags. Elizabeth's refinememt and elegance stood out a mile. Obviously someone was looking out for us because a dumpy little Irish barmaid came trotting towards us, telling us that Sam and his friends were at the far end of the bar and she would show us to them. There were a lot of coarse remarks concerning my wife as we pushed our way through the crowded bar and my nerves vied with stirrings of my penis as I glimpsed rough hands'accidentally' touching my wife's breasts and bottom. 'Like your perfume darling, slummin' it ain't yer, giv us a shag before yer go' were some of the milder comments. There were lots of fake and sneering apologies as they obstructed and touched her. She saw few of these faces as she studied the obstacles in her path, the floor was messy, chairs blocking the way and steps to negotiate- all very awkward in 5 inch heels and a tight dress. It seemed ages before we arrived at the bench seating and table by the far wall of the bar. I knew the guy was going to be big, but he was enormous and not very friendly looking. He was seated between three other big black men and their were two Asians sitting with their backs to me. I approached ahead of Elizabeth, but all eyes were on her.The big black man whsipered soemthing across the table as we approached and the Asians turned their heads to look. I hated the way they smirked, but my penis told another story. The barmaid gave us both a look of contempt as she said, 'That's Sam. Have fun.' Trying not to shake too much, I went to introduce ourselves but Sam was already on his feet, along with his friends. He towered above us, indicating for Elizabeth to walk in front of him towards a door near the bar and into a world beyond. We arrived in a large stockroom where there was a matress on the floor. Elizabeth looked down at it, she seemed in a trance and had not noticed a large black vibrator plugged into the mains, or another black pointy object which turned out to be a butt plug. There was aslo a large tub of vaseline. These things were laid on a little table near the bed. Elizabeth's head was bowed. There was a row of about twelve chairs set out about six feet from the bottom of the matress. One of the Asians asked me if I was staying to watch, indicating a chair. My legs felt so wobbly that I just melted on to the seat. Elizabeth was standing by the side of the mattress, the big black man slightly behind her, looking her up and down. The other men sat down,then the door opened behind me and I turned to see more men with drinks in hand, entering the room. Some had to stand. Elizabeth was ordered to stand next to the mattress. She stood proudly, breasts jutting forward, the satin stretched taut acorss her marvelous hips,her vulnerable little sex swathed in more satin underneath. Just now there was no tomorrow for Elizabeth or I. Only now. The big black man stripped down to his boxers, revealing incredible muscles and a massive chest. A large erection was straining one of the boxer legs as he came up behind my wife, pressing it against her pert bottom. In ritual and brutal tones, he looked down at Elizabeth and announced 'I am Madoowbe and you are my whore. You are about to be fucked like you've never been before and that little tosser who pretends to be your driver is going to enjoy it all as much as you will. It was my turn to blush.