My cock suffering as the bungie cord taut and unforgiving, along with the weights on my nipples and balls moving quickly in response to the abrupt sho...ks as I was being pushed and shoved.Once the saw horse was positioned to their liking, the man unsnapped the bungie cord, my cock released from the tension swung down abruptly as the weights dropped the pain brought tears to my eyes as I gasped. The group just laughed as Mistress Dee said, ”Oh poor baby, we have only just begun.” The man reached. With the allowance, he pushes his a finger against her clit and rubs. Then he hears her purr. Tinsel’s legs part more. Scott looks at her face when he inserts the finger into her cunt. It is wetter than he expected and he wonders what it is she had been dreaming about.He pushes the finger in and out slowly. Then he puts in a second, picking up and building speed. Tinsel’s lips part and she beeps, “Oohh, Scott.”“Do you like that, Tinsel?” he asks. “Do you like me finger fucking you?”“Yes ... mmm. When indoor bathrooms were added they were build off the back of the kitchen because that is where the water pipes and drains were located. Upstairs there would be three small bedrooms, one behind the other.As I passed the house I saw that the driveway was on the west side of the house and ran from the street all the way back to a dilapidated old garage. There was a two or three year old Ford Ranger parked in front of the garage. Off to the left of the garage, standing by itself, I could see. Follow me."No problem there,We walked down the aisle toward the rear, right-side of the office. She pointed to a comfy little cubicle just outside the windowless office of the bosses. It had all the basic components of a secretarial cubicle, so I won't bore with the details. She pulled the chair out for me--which I thought was overly nice, but sweet. I sat, and asked her when I should expect instructions from one of the bosses.She grinned down at me; it seemed like she was chewing on me with.