Twin clips bite into my tender nipple flesh, each connected to a chain running to the other, its weight magnified by gravity’s savage pull. I’m ga...ged with a tremendous purple ball that tastes faintly of bananas and cinnamon (how he did that I do not know…) and he is pushing his fingers inside me, parting my labia and holding me steady with his other thumb, buried knuckle deep in my ass. He’s getting worked up, finally – I can tell by the way his formerly sagging member rubs up against my. " My eyes never opened I just kept tasting and lightly licking her clit, making love to her with my mouth, and showing her my appreciation for her being so erotic with me."Do you like my pussy being turned on by another man?" She asked between breaths. I looked up and our eyes met again."He does turn my pussy on you know." She said reading my mind. "He hasn't fucked her yet, but I have been sucking his cock for her!" She said, talking as though her pussy were telling her what to do. She looked. If it wasn't for the glint into my eyes, I would have never even found it. However, there was something about it that just seemed to call to me.I looked it over again, holding it up to the light of my apartment. There weren't even any engravings or markings anywhere on it. In fact, it just looked like someone welded a piece of metal together into the shape of a ring. Still though, it looked about my size.I sat up and chuckled to myself at how ridiculous that would be if it was made specifically. My face was lightly made up, eyeliner, foundation, mascara, and just a touch of softly colored lipstick.I carried a backpack over one shoulder on the outside of my too-large leather jacket. I wore a pair of earrings and a bracelet on my right wrist, that was black leather, with silver wire worked all around it.From one of the booths, the usual comments started. A loud wolf whistle?a catcall of "Hey, honey"?.or worse, "hey Faggot". I slid into the booth at the back, turning so that I could face.