Kim answered ‘not cuddling wasn’t an option’, so she came up with plan B. For Plan B they would play sexy games, ‘just to get it all out of th...ir system’, and then she would put normal panties on and they should sleep well. That worked for a couple of nights and they had a pretty good time pleasing each other with mouths, tongues, breasts and good ole stumpy. But then he mucked up one night after she made him cum between her breasts, he used his tongue to make her sing, then he lay on her for a. They all were having fun making a video of me sleeping nude with Ismail. They made me stand up and were taking pictures with me standing nude with them by turns.They were making me act like an escort satisfying her customer in the pictures. I was holding two dicks at a time. One was holding my boobs, and the other was fingering my pussy and also smooching me. They asked me to freshen up and gave me a skirt and a tank top to wear.I did as I was told to. Then they came up to me and told me to go. Socially awkward at a time when the “free love” generation was reaching its peak. Thanks to mom, I had a single room in Molson House, the most prestigious and expensive men’s dorm building on campus. It was an art-deco building from the 1920s, with 210 rooms on three floors, mostly populated by older students from money. McGill at the time had nearly 40,000 students, with about ten percent living on campus – most of the others, in the rooming houses and student apartments surrounding it’s. I writhed and struggled as I hung there from the crossbar. All this time, Ophelia’s nearly naked body was pressed tightly to mine. She tightly gripped my cock. I tried to accept Mistress Flavia’s punishment in silence, but my pain and terror slowly mounted. Sometime after the 20th stroke, I cried out in a breathless sob of agony.“Let me gag the prisoner,” Ophelia said.“Yes, please gag him.”Ophelia quickly rammed a large black ball gag into my mouth, and tightly secured the straps behind my.