I feel the rope on my thighs released then something leathery on my left ankle strapped tight around it my ankle ropes then released before I can move...or kick he grabs my right ankle and leg and pulls it away from my left spreading my legs wide and another leather cuff follows this one tight and sound of a padlock closing after then he adjusts me left one tightening it after the rope and locking it too.I try to pull my legs together but something stops me a bar between the cuffs hold me my legs. Vanessa pulled away from me and turned around, her mouth was wet, her chin was wet, Paula’s thighs were soaking. Vanessa pushed me and said lay on your back, I did as asked, and with that she said to Paula, get onto a real cock, Paul stood moved over to me, straddled my thighs, and guided my cock into her pussy as she lowered onto me, Vanessa then straddled my head, leaned forward and pulled her pussy lips apart. Make me cum with your tongue she said. And as she flicked her clit, I lapped her. Maybe it’s because I spent my formative years listening to depressing grunge music by people like Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Silver chair. I was too young to enjoy the 80’s music when it was on the charts. My folks never played that stuff anyway. They’re into PROG and pretty much nothing else. So when I hear shit like the B-52’s and Madonna I go crazy. This time though what hit the old hot button was WANG CHUNG! I was all like grabbing Dennis and out on the floor we went. WOOOOOH! Turns out Dennis. What was he doing to her? ‘Grab a beer darling,’ Heather told Dr Hatfield. Claire looked at her and the others. It appeared none had been aware of that little byplay between Hugo and her, for which she was very grateful. Instead of arriving back with his beer he returned with a wine bottle and topped the ladies’ glasses. How couth. Claire was captivated and hoped he’d produced romantically tinged feelers during the evening. But he didn’t. Her disappointment cut to her inner core. How could he.