Again, the choker felt like a hot band around her throat, and she felt herself slowly spreading her wrists and ankles. A memory stirred, something abo...t being tied to a bed, the straps cutting into her wrists and ankles while a fat slob raped her. But there were no straps here, not even a bed frame to tie them to, just some guy who stood over her fumbling with his fly. More memories, old and new all jumbled together, everyone who'd ever pointed a camera at her telling her to smile. Staring up. The shorter man behind you is stocky and strong. He smells of the ocean, of oil and sweat. He's dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. You really only notice the bulge in his denim. He reaches down the sides of your legs and slides your dress up your body, rough fingers on smooth skin. Legs, thighs, hips, waist. His hands stop at your breasts, the dress bunched above his fingers. He squeezes your breasts through the cloth, and you feel the strength in him.The man in front is taller, a little thin,. I heard the squishing sound of Sarahs fingers working her soaking pussy as she began to moan to herself, her rythymn clearing building, as she watched her husbands cock being sucked by a virtual stranger.I moved up the bed and sat astride Davinas thighs taking both our cocks between my hands and rubbing them together, our stiffness supreme, both leaking our pre cum. Suddenly Sarah was upon us and was taking both cocks in her mouth as she knelt and continued to pummel her hot wet cunt with her. Everyone went to John for advice. As far as he knew, John never sought out advice. He didn’t know how John interacted with his family, but John stayed out of the staff’s lives more than anyone else. He didn’t know that John regularly sought out advice.“Yes.”“I’ll try.” Bob sounded doubtful.John nodded and said, “Um, someone invited me to their room tonight. I, um, haven’t done this before. What should I do to help make them comfortable?”Bob knew that this was John’s first time to be invited by.