“Stretch out your arms and legs for me,” I say as you follow my instructions. You feel a rope slip over your wrist and gasp as you pull at the re...traint. You hear footsteps around you as you feel me secure your other wrist. I place ropes around both your ankles as you struggle in vain. You hear the sound of a jar opening, your other senses now heightened. You feel my hands start to rub across your legs as I cover them in oil. You twitch as I continue to rub the oil over both legs, then your. He was already very hard.He took my cock from his hand and rubbed it over my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm. I tried to move against him, feeling my orgasm building again. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside my wanting pussy, so wet to feel him fucking me deep. I orgasmed over his cock, feeling relieved I had the ropes holding me up as two quick orgasms had left my legs weak.He pushed his cock closer to the inside of my pussy, not fucking me yet, just to tease me, watch his slut moving. I lick my lips as I anticipate it's taste, but all I can do is sit here whilst Jen does the business on two highly desirable cocks. The two men smile at each other, as the slut on the floor in front of them goes crazy, fisting one swelling dick whilst sucking the other.My heart is grasped by jealousy as I watch Sean stand up, allowing my husband to lie down and stretch out. Jen's lips lock back around his cock and I see the light of lust in her eye and long to be licking him myself. I strain to. In the "L.A. Express" magazine, I saw an ad for a club on Sunset, called the Leather and Lace Lounge, that was popular with trannies and the men who liked them. I decided to go there and learn more about the tranny scene in Hollywood. It was three in the afternoon when I arrived at the Leather and Lace Lounge. The cute bartender was busy setting up the liquor bar for happy hour which started at five o'clock. He was happy to see me when I walked in wearing a cute miniskirt and spaghetti-strap.